See, we all got what I call a “life trap”, this gene-deep certainty that things will be different, that you’ll move to another city and meet the people that’ll be the friends for the rest of your life, that you’ll fall in love and be fulfilled. Fucking fulfillment. And closure. Whatever the fuck those two fucking empty jars are to hold this shitstorm in. Nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end.
"That kind of work/artistry is rare, and when, once in a while, it occurs, as in this epic work, it restores confidence. You and all the cast are the best actors I’ve ever seen." - Anthony Hopkins in his letter to Bryan Cranston