Everybody judges, all the time. Now, you got a problem with that, you’re living wrong.
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Rust Cohle
Rustin Spencer "Rust" Cohle is a fictional character in the first season of the anthology crime drama television series True Detective on HBO. He was created by series creator Nic Pizzolatto and is portrayed by Matthew McConaughey. Cohle works as a detective for the Louisiana State Homicide Unit, alongside his partner Martin "Marty" Hart (Woody Harrelson). The season follows Cohle and Hart's hunt for a serial killer in Louisiana, across 17 years. Both the character of Rust Cohle and Matthew McConaughey's performance have received critical acclaim. McConaughey won the Critics' Choice Television Award for Best Actor in a Drama Series, and was nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series and a Golden Globe Award for Best Actor – Miniseries or Television Film. 2Character overview Cohle is introduced as a gifted, but deeply troubled, homicide detective from Texas who is transferred to a Louisiana state police department in 1995. After three months with the department, he and his partner are tasked with investigating a series of brutal, bizarre murders. A haunted, solitary man, Cohle believes that life is meaningless, human beings are merely "sentient meat", and hope is self-delusion. Cohle spends his free time obsessing over every detail of the crime, hoarding evidence in a storage locker and keeping extensive notes in a ledger, which earns him the derisive nickname "The Taxman" among his colleagues. The series gradually reveals Cohle's backstor
Once, there was only dark. If you ask me, the light’s winning.
Rust: I consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, I’m what’s called a pessimist. Marty: Um, okay. What’s that mean? Rust: Means I’m bad at parties.
I think human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience…
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.
I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, an accretion of sensory, experience…
It’s all one ghetto, man, giant gutter in outer space.
Alaska is beautiful. It’s not Paris, but it’s clean, and it’s clear.
We all got what I call a life trap, this gene-deep certainty that things will be different, that you’ll move to another city and meet the people that’ll be the friends for the rest of your life, that you’ll fall in love and be fulfilled. F*cking fulfillment and closure, whatever the f*ck those two……
To realize that all your life… you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams there’s a monster at the end of it.
If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then brother that person is a piece of shit. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the…
In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill and you are reborn but into the same life that you’ve always been born into.
Death created time to grow the things that it would kill, and you are reborn but into the same life that you’ve always been born into.
This is a world where nothing is solved. Someone once told me, time is a flat circle. Everything we’ve ever done or will do, we’re gonna do over and over and over again.
Most of the last decade I spent stone-drunk. Functional, but hammered.
Life’s barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at.