Apologies are like dandelions, Mr. Amberson. They’re pretty enough, and they sprout up fast, but they don’t have much substance.
If you apologise once, you do it again and again and again. Like taking bricks out of the wall of your f*****g house.
Stop saying sorry. For anything. That makes you nothing. Everything is somebody else’s fault from now on. Do you understand? You wanna be somebody? You wanna matter? Then you make the world wrong.
Someone comes along, kills your family, ruins your life, sends you to Hell? In my book, an apology don’t beat a bullet to the brain.