You take a vulnerable kid, an addict, drop him in a mess of death and doubt, it won’t be long before he starts looking for something to cling to.
You got two options in life. You can be lonely or irritated.[to Victor]
You don’t get tired of surviving. You just push on. You got to.
When we’re gone, our stories will be all that’s left.
When a woman says, “Come with me” and she doesn’t tell you where you’re going, she’s taking you to Jesus. It’s always Jesus.
Turns out there’s nothing you’ll ever take that nature won’t take back. It all belongs to her again.
This doesn’t end.
Them that don’t listen have to be brought to heel someday.
The game has changed. We return to the old rules.
Stop. Oh, my God, just stop it. This domestic bickering like it’s normal, like you’re normal people in a normal kitchen. It’s not normal. Stop it. Stop acting like it is.
Please, let me explain the rules of the boat. Rule number one, it’s my boat. Rule number two, it is my boat. And if there remains any confusion about rules one and two, I offer rule number three, it’s my goddamn boat.
People, places, you don’t get to hold on to any of that.
