I might be dead and damned for all eternity but I’m not addle-brained. I remember.
I don't want to run for anything. I want to shove this miserable cheap-ass check so far up Wells's ass he can read the routing number out the back of his eyes.
Hell doesn’t run on prayers or promises. Downtown magic is about reaching out and grabbing what you want, and that requires payment. An offering. Blood.
He coughs wetly and wipes his mouth with a monogrammed hankie. When he’s done I say, What kind of event? Stupendous, says Sandoval. Cataclysmic.
God's nature has always been multifold, and never more than now. He dances with a dove in one hand and an ax in the other.
Geryon looks at me like I’m a moldy ham sandwich someone forgot in the back of the fridge at work.
Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.
Don't talk. Kill it.That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.
Death, like birth, is a secret of nature. Only with birth you get a blanket and a bottle. You get a blanket with death too, but they call it a shroud and everyone else gets the bottle.
Damn, it feels great to hurt idiots.
Chasing a burning girl down a city street is a lot harder than it sounds. Civilians tend to stop and stare and this turns them into human bowling pins. Slow whiny bowling pins.
Cash is the magic that anyone can do.
Besides Getting my ass kicked, my main accomplishment on this trip has been to massacre an incredible number of completely innocent clothes. I'm the Joseph Stalin of laundry.
Are you asking because you want to see if doc can turn you into a librarian when all this is over? [p.240:]
And that makes a difference? said Coop. Let me put it this way, said Phil. Were you fucked ten minutes ago? No. Are you fucked now? Yes. Then I guess it makes a difference. Coop
All these scars. The road map of my life. My armor.
All are equal in the grave.
Reality is a two-ton weight strapped to your balls. And they just keep getting heavier.
You were a prick and a crook, but no one deserves to go out the way you went. I hope it was over quick and that you tasted like ass all the way down. Amen.
You sent one of your own people to get his ass kicked? That's not the way to build brand loyalty.