So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?– Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here (via fuckyeahrocknroll) (via centaine) Via Blinded by the light
Caffrey: You’ve been after the Dutchman almost as long as you are after me. I’ll help you catch him.
Burke: Really? Really, how does that work? You want to be prison pen pals?
White Collar (Pilot, 1x01)