Harper: You, the one part ofthe real world I wasn’t allergic to.

Belize: Hell or heaven? [Roy indicates “Heaven” through a glance]Belize: Like San Francisco.Roy Cohn: A city. Good. I was worried… it’d be a garden. I hate that shit.Belize: Mmmm. Big city. Overgrown with weeds, but...

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it’s like a nail, like a hot...

Roy: The immutable heart of what we are that bleeds through whatever we might become. All else is vanity.