True Detective "I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid. You got a demon, little man, and I don't like your face. It makes me want to do things to it."
True Detective Rust Cohle: This place is like somebody's memory of a town, and the memory is fading. It's like there was never anything here but jungle. Marty Hart: Stop saying shit like that. It's unprofessional.