Black Lagoon: Roberta's Blood Trail (2010)

All they saw in me was another little ghetto rat with no power and no God. What’s left for a poor little Chinese bitch to rely on? It’s money of course. And guns. Fuckin’ A, with these two things, the world is a great place.

God is emotional bullshit.

I can show you what color your brain is.

If you cling to being alive, you become frightened and your eyes get clouded. If you don’t have that desire to begin with, you can fight on, right until the end of the world.

People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone’s circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It’s not chance or fate. It’s the choice you made.

Once the first bullet goes past your head, politics go out the window.

What a terrible story. But appropriate for our world. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking over a giant pile of shit. Morality and justice don’t really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.

God’s not at home. He’s on vacation at Vegas.