Sally: "Patti Smith said that my poems were like glass shattering. I wrote a song with her and then she wrote me off."
Mr March: "You know in your black heart of hearts, you know, you're just like me."
Tristan: "I don't think so, dude."
Mr March: "My father was a true believer. Ate the little cracker and drank the wine every Sunday. And he was the meanest son of a bitch you've ever seen. Killed a cat for purring too loud. You want me to tell you the worst thing in this world? Religion. That and regulations."
