Oh God. Goddammit. I never got to see the pyramids. Or the Taj Mahal. I ...I never even got to leave the country.""Don't sweat it, brother. You got to live in NYC. You didn't miss shit.
I'm not going to stand here and be eaten by some bitch's dinosaur. I am finally doing something with my life.
I suppose the only time we ever really get to be happy in life—like one hundred percent blissful—is when we’re little kids.
I sort of jumped out of movies and into the lifeboat of comics. I loved it right away. It was the opposite of film school. Whatever was in my imagination could end up in the finished product. There we...
By the time they're out of preschool, most children have already seen thousands of acts of violence.
Anyone with an autobiography is almost definitely an evil piece of shit.
You remind me of my late sister, little one. As I once told her, the headstrong may win many battles... but only the strong of heart will survive the war.
Natalya: It was our favorite sister of NASA who guilt me into putting my tits on line to rescuing you helpless ornaments.
Grown-Ups are usually guilty of something
Each of us has been falling apart since day one, Chase. We just have to find a way to fall apart together.
Some general advice about writing:WRITE MORE, DO OTHER STUFF LESS.
What cruel creatures men are. Our bodies tell us to love so many, but there's room in our hearts for so few.
Christ, I walk through an inferno unscatched, then singe my ass on the flight back.[...]You guys are the ... the heart and brain of the Great Machine.Yeah? Then you're the inflamed anus.You're not the...
Whoever said you can't have a revolution without the French should be guillotined.
The Government's supposed to be there for people when nobody else is, right? But it never works like that.
I mean, when the British burned down the White House in the war of 1812, did we plant a Tree of Remembrance in the ashes, or did we get busy rebuilding?
Every kid gets programmed by their 'rents, Chase. That doesn't mean they have to do as they're told.
So what? He’s good to you and Hazel now, isn’t he? Who cares if he’s got history with some other broad?
School taught him how much he loved being home.
Death is just a chapter break in a never-ending tale, Nico.