What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

You can’t get the blood out.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.