“I have love all over. I even have love for you, friend.”
“Is it real love? The kind of love that makes you feel… that intangible joy in the pit of your stomach… like a bucket of acid and nerves running around… making you hurt and happy and all over…”
— Magnolia (1999)
I’ll tell you everything, and you tell me everything, and maybe we can get through all the piss and shit and lies that kill other people.
