The old rules of conduct no longer apply.
The man with the blade and the man in the chair, they’re not different.
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.
People don’t change. When pressed, when cornered, the artifice falls and the curtain drops. They always show you who they really are.
None of us has any idea how long we have left in this world. So, if there’s things to say, you should say them.
Mom likes him. Who knows? She’s used to disappointment.
It’s easy to get people to follow you. You just have to offer them something they really want to believe in.
If we don’t believe things will get better, if we don’t believe that we can make them that way, if we don’t fight for every day, we’re no different than the passed.
Ice is good for the pain. And vodka. Lots of vodka.
