This place is like somebody’s memory of a town, and the memory is fading. It’s like there was never anything here but jungle.
Some people, no matter where they look, they see themselves.
People… so goddamn frail they’d rather put a coin in a wishing well than buy dinner.
People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.
Past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing.
Our sentience just cycling through our lives like carts on a track.
Man’s game charges a man’s price.
Look. I consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, I’m what’s called a pessimist.
It’s difficult to admit defeat.
It’s all one ghetto, man, giant gutter in outer space.
If the common good has got to make up fairy tales, then it’s not good for anybody.
Girls always know before boys.
