We zitten hier zo stil en rustig. Juist of er een tornado op ons afkomt.

I’d like to kill somebody.

The world eventually sends out a mean-ass Patrol Boy to slow your progress and show you who’s boss. […] He’s a mean guy, a Bad Lieutenant, the sworn enemy of goofery, fuckery, pride, ambition, loud music, and all things nineteen.

Money is a strange business. People who haven’t got it aim it strongly. People who have are full of troubles.

I was me but now he is gone.