Beautiful hands you’ve got. Brutal. Warm hands… cold heart. (…) Don’t fall in love with me. It’s not the same thing, you know. Loving friends.
I’m not you dirty private postcard, Joe. I own my body. Tits. Cunt. Yeah. I can say those words. And I’m not ashamed of them. And I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve ever done.
Now we’re together, I’m not lonely anymore. When we were apart, it was like I wanted a fag all the time and never being able to have one
Room at the Top (2012)