“Now, go shovel some shit.”
“If you work with great people, it will be a great experience. Even if you're shoveling shit.”
“How upset is she?” “Let me put it this way,” his brother began, “All the shit you’ve shoveled from stalls in your life is nothing compared to how deep you’re in it now.”
“Sometimes you have to go on when you don't feel like it, and sometimes you're doing good work when it feels like all you're managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position.”
“I’m as constant as Constantinople. Now that’s some Istanbul shit.”
“--What's going on in there?--Let me see.--Some kind of homo grappling shit.”