You know what they call that spot up on Everest? The Death Zone. Some people, they make it up, and then they make it back home. But there are countless more, f***ing dead, encased in ice for all time. That’s where you are now. And very few people can even survive on the available oxygen up here. Even fewer can perform.[to Taylor]
Thousand-dollar suits, b**ches, champagne… All that shit is cute, but when you have to kill to get it, you’re gonna get killed if you keep it. That’s karma.
Raising a child gives you a certain ambition you otherwise never would’ve had, a primal desire to give your child a better world than the one you were given.
We started with such high hopes. With all the previous owners being dead, the hotel was under new management– ours. We were determined to remake the Cortez in our own image. This would be no mere hotel. We had ambitions to be a family to the friendless, a comfort to those in the cold, a beehive of acceptance. It was supposed to be the perfect ending.