‘I’m a soldier, man. I like guns...’

The Things That Really Matter
‘Go make love to yourself. Go make love to your mother...’
‘Have you gone mad, my husband? Or is it I who am mad?‘
‘He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master…’
‘But before the murders, the torture, the beatings and the ecstasy… before all of that, there was football…’
‘Stripe balled his short pointed fingers into something resembling fists…’
‘You want it all… but you’re no longer a child...’
‘Don’t know why they want to persecute me because I don’t talk to women…’
‘When you pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too...’
‘I mean, Jerry’s a dream client. He’s got a great narrative‘