Drinking’s a solitary sport. It’s a solitary one.
The world is full of lonely people afraid to make the first move.
The world is divided into two parts: those who have friends, and those who are lonely, like poor Tuco.
People don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid. Like you don’t matter.
It’s the loneliness that makes us weak.
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man.
I am at my happiest alone.