A longer life isn’t always a better one. In the end, you just get tired; tired of the struggle, tired of losing everyone that matters to you, tired of watching everything you love turn to dust. If you live long enough,the only certainty left is that you’ll end up alone.

I don’t pay for suits. My suits are on the house or the house burns down.

How’s your beautiful horse? I just put a bullet in his head.

Sure as hell some part of me wants you still. Not just that part. Some part of my soul. Curious how that is to me and curious that it should be you. Opposites, perhaps. Opposites. And that thing sticking in my heart you own. You own part of that heart.

Finalmente posso ver a luz do dia que mereço.