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“Martin Hart: Can I ask you something? You're a Christian, yeah? Rustin Cohle: No. Martin Hart: Well, whadaya got the cross for, in your apartment? Rustin Cohle: It's a form of meditation. Martin Hart: How's that? Rustin Cohle: I contemplate the moment in the garden; the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.”

Quote by Nic Pizzolatto

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Nic Pizzolatto
Nic Pizzolatto

Nic Pizzolatto, born on October 18, 1975, is an accomplished novelist from the United States. His works are renowned for their unique narrative style and profound thematic explorations, with notable titles including 'True Detective' and 'Fargo'. Pizzolatto's novels often blend elements of crime, mystery, and philosophy, captivating readers with their depth and complexity. more

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