“The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There’s always a scar, which is meant, I guess, to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that’s a scar you can live with, proudly, all the days of your life.
People say, ‘She broke my heart.’That’s bullshit, man. The heart can’t break, it’s a muscle. Muscles tear, muscles cramp. Yeah, the heart’s a muscle. So’s the brain. So’s the dick.”