To family. Sometimes it is shelter from the storm. Sometimes it is the storm itself.
I am back. Back from under the ground.[to Holford]
Whisky is just fuel for the loud engines inside your head.
This is my mission. And I will have no limitations.[to Ada]
Soon, when my last bit of business is done, I will indeed be an ordinary mortal man.[to Stagg]
Since I’ve entered politics, I’ve learned that the line doesn’t go out from the middle to the left and the right. It goes in a circle.[to Laura]
If you are about to express profound emotion, you might be better served expressing it to someone who gives a f***, or perhaps to somebody who is being paid to pretend to have to.[to Tommy]
I do read poetry, but I don’t yet write it.
Watch now on:
Dead men can see through life like it was a curtain that billows with the flicker of truth upon it.
To see what’s inside. Wait till you see. God. God knows what’s inside.
My racehorse, Moral Turpitude, is just one of many in my stables. Sometimes, even now, I’ll take her out for a run, if there is a good cause that requires her services.[to Laura]
Just a few more yards to go. And you’ll change your ways. And I’ll change the f***ing world.[to Arthur]
