You see, I cannot separate myself from my work. I try, but it's impossible. If you say you like me, I #$%*ing love you. I want to drop to my knees and gargle your genitals until they're gold-dusted milk duds (I have no idea what that means). But if you even remotely suggest you dislike something about me, I want you, your parents, your children and your pets to die a miserable, slow, painful, sexually-humiliating death.
-Kurt Sutter