I am not a russian poet

Detective Martin Hart: Shit, man, look, I've noticed you have a tendency toward myopia, tunnel vision... blows investigations... vision skews, twists evidence. You're... you're obsessive. Detective Rust Cohle: You're obsessive, too. Just not about the job. Detective Martin Hart: Not me, brother. I keep things... even, separate. Like the way I can have just one beer without needing twenty. Detective Rust Cohle: People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.

You give a calculator to a fucking retard he's gonna try to turn on a TV with it.

Comme ils sont étranges ces jours où la joie de vivre est programmée dans les calendriers.

Man cannot live by bread alone; he must have peanut butter.

La tristesse durera toujours.