(via pizzzatime)
“Sic transit gloria. Glory fades. I’m Max Fischer.”
“I fantasize about a massive, pristine convenience. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel Number 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I’ll settle for anywhere.”
“In Heaven, everything is fine. … You’ve got your good things, and I’ve got mine.”
“This is where I live. This is me. I will not allow violence against this house.”
“Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.”
