Tracy Letts, August: Osage County Quotes
My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.
The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.
Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.
