Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.

“If you weren't around, I'd probably be someplace way the hell off. In the woods…”

“And I like his conceit. He's so conceited he's actually humble, the crazy basta…”

“Everybody just thinks things keep stopping off somewhere. They don't...The reas…”

“On sul mõnikord kõigest villand? On sul mõnikord hirm, et kõik läheb kuradile, …”