This is the part in the movie where that guy says, "Zombies? What zombies?" just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.
A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.
I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.
Some promises aren’t worth keeping.
He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.
It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.