I understand, I wish I didn’t, but I do.

And trust me, You want to.

You belong to Arhur’s side. I’ve seen how much he needs you, how much you need him.

“Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting old and I need something to rely on, so tell me when you’re gonna let me in. I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin, and If you have a minute why don’t we go? Talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don’t we go? somewhere only we know.”

But just because It burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die.

I hold my whiskey up high, kiss the bartender twice I’m a loser.

Le Montréal de Pierre Bouvier.