- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?