Destruction

— I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
— Where'd you go, psycho boy?
— I felt like destroying something beautiful.

[the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth]
— Fuck.
— Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.

If you want to fix something you have to take everything apart and figure out what's important.