You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Remember those posters that said, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life"? Well, that's true of every day but one - the day you die.
Look at me, jerking off in the shower. This will be the high point of my day; it's all downhill from here.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.