We all want to belong. It’s a primal need.
To live one’s entire life without having a scotch or two is really not a life worth living.
This is the end. None of you are making it out of here. Not alive, anyway.
There’s always a need for violence.
Forgot to mention this place doubles as our secret clubhouse.
A shark is supposed to stay beneath the water.
Your compassion makes you weak.
You have no life of your own… so you copy someone else’s.
You can’t count the ways I can get to you.
Where there was hurt, there’s comfort. Where there was dark, there’s light.
The truth is a tricky thing, Agent Hardy. You think it’s weapon you can aim at me, but it’s just as likely to blow up in your face.
Scars make us more interesting.