The universe is a meat grinder and we're just pork in designer shoes, keeping busy so we can pretend we're not all headed for the sausage factory. Maybe I've been hallucinating this whole time and the...
It's more like how some people can't help but bring out the not necessarily righteous parts of your personality. Like how you meet someone and instantly know they're a full-time professional victim, a...
See? Even dead she makes me a better whatever-the-hell it is I am. A less stupid person. A more considerate monster.
Hell didn't make me a monster. It just confirmed all my worst fears about myself.
If you ever need to confirm that a girl is worth coming back from Hell for, show her your monster arm and see what she says.
Thanks for treating me like, you know, a person through all this shit. I know that isn't always easy. (Stark)You do have a habit of pissing on other people's welcome mats. But, when a gentleman gives...
They can talk shit about each other behind the others' backs, but when it comes down to it, money is the one true race and everyone down here is the color of greenbacks and as tall as mountains.
Nothing nice happens to murdered women.
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None of the palaces in Hell come close to Lucifer's in size or beauty. Lucifer lives at the top of a literal ivory tower, miles high. You can't even see the top from the ground. The joke is that he bu...
So, you’re the angel of Death? The angel shook his head, a little embarrassed. I don’t have that honor. In Heaven, I’m the celestial who bears the great golden quills, the silver Chroma, the holy vell...
This fire is a big deal. A huge deal. A giant, flaming, goddamn, piece-of-shit, agonizing, I-want-to-rip-my-own-head-off deal.
Stark: So, you think Mason knows I'm back.Vidocq: You just blew up his home. He might suspect something.
Every time stupid rich people get ripped off, it makes them feel better about hating poor people.
CANDY AND ALESSA are practicing in the storeroom. One of them is burning through Miserlou and the other sounds like she’s falling down the stairs with a boxful of cats. But she keeps playing. Good for...
Kasabian’s head is still under the bed. I pull it out and set it on his chest, then grab his body by the ankles and drag him into the Cube. I straighten the arms and legs, set Kas’s head back on its s...
Brooding is for chickens, as my first-grade teacher used to say. Or maybe it was Lucifer. Homily reciters all kind of run together for me.
Those pricks down the hall, flying high above it all on this hillside, they’re the kind of people whose faces end up on money or a new library so that kids will have a new place to hang out while real...
We follow Daja to a Hellion motor home. It looks less like something your grandparents would drive to the Grand Canyon and more like a Gothic mansion on wheels—one designed by insects and decorated by...
I've been me for so long, what am I going to be if that's gone?
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