I know a killer when I see one and he’s one cold Charlie Starkweather motherfucker.
I might be dead and damned for all eternity but I’m not addle-brained. I remember.
I never liked Michael, and since he tried to kill me, I like him even less.
The 405 is one breakdown away from turning into the Donner Party.
I whisper some hoodoo and put on the glamour I used last night. Again, Sinclair and the roaches are startled. To Sandoval’s credit, she just looks me over like she’s selecting which lobster in the tan...
I wonder if this is one of those things they call a teachable moment. What it’s supposed to teach me, I have no idea.
The things we do to stay alive for another year. Another day. Another hour. The deals we make with the universe and ourselves. You start to feel dirty.
It means the faction found us. He looks around again. How? How the fuck do I know? Spy satellites? Facial recognition pigeons on the freeway signs? Ballerinas with Uzis? What does it matter? Just hit...
It's so quiet and peaceful out here I'm getting bored with breathing. Maybe we'll get lucky and the world will go to Hell again. Fingers crossed.
It’s not necessary to fill every moment with your own voice. Silence terrifies you. You see your own existence as so tenuous that you’re afraid you’ll pop like a bubble if, at every opportunity, you d...
That's for me, isn't it? I'm going to Hell.Don't feel so bad. It beats Fresno.
I’m sweating like a hog tap-dancing in a sauna.
I’ve got plenty on my plate. Till then, Ishii can piss his sorrows in a teapot and brew himself a hot cup of fuck off.
Kids need their minds blown every now and then. It’ll keep them from thinking that managing a McDonald’s is the most they can hope for.
Make her stop. I’m hungover and she has a robot. It’s not fair. Life is fair only in the grave and in the bedroom. This, you will notice, is neither.
Maybe home isn’t the place you love, just the place you know best.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces. Someday the right one will catch you in between the eyes and you’ll never see it coming.
Oh God. It’s like you’re smoking a pig’s ass, and the pig isn’t well.
On mobile phones: It looks like a TV remote fucked a little typewriter and this is the bastard offspring
Ray comes out a few seconds later, wiping his hands on a small towel. He’s in a white shirt and tan pants. In good shape. He’s sandy haired and wearing Buddy Holly glasses. Ray could be a computer pro...
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