Her wild hair hangs down like dead weeds and she’s wearing a dress that looks like she took it off a Disney princess, tossed it in a grain thresher, and got an ape to sew it back together.
Fear is like curling up under a warm blanket for some people, especially the rich.
Everyone in California is a Buddhist for fifteen minutes. Then they realize they’re not allowed to eat chili dogs and enlightenment starts sounding like a real drag.
Don’t fuck with me, ball sac,
Don't drink too much.When I can spell out your name in shot glasses, I'll stop.I'll have to get a shorter name.I'll have to forget how to spell it.
Calm down. Deep breaths. Go to your happy place. Oh, wait. I don’t have one.
As I step out of the van, blood flows out the door in a mini-waterfall—think an elevator–in–The Shining level of blood. I look at myself in the van’s side mirror. In my bloody suit, I look like the ma...
Another scar or two won't ruin my pretty face. Right.Carlos, are you being polite? That's not why I came here for. I know I'm not Steve McQueen.My lady is totally in love with him. Lucky for me he's d...
Abandon all hope ye who piss me off.
Don’t tell me who to kill and when. It unsettles my tranquil disposition.
With a coterie of unpleasant residents doing mischief with travelers. What’s a coterie? A somewhat large group. How large? Some say an army, said Ipos. But a minor one. Why didn’t you say so? It sound...
Where are we going? For ice cream. What’s your favorite flavor? Fuck you. That’s my favorite, too.
When we get there I say, If anyone says you ran, point them out and I’ll hit them. She grabs my arm. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. I’m not fighting for you. I just like punching people.
The thing you have to understand about Lucifer is that he hardly ever talks, and when he does, it's never much more than a whisper. When half the universe is hanging on to your every word, you don't h...
The sound of fighting, even movie fighting, is weirdly comforting when I’m falling asleep.
The Magistrate says, I am a student of human nature, did you know that, Mr. Pitts? It beats beekeeping, I guess. He smiles infinitesimally.
Sometimes there’s nothing worse than the truth. It can be harder and sharper and hurt more than a knife. The truth can clear a room faster than tear gas.
So now here I am, bouncing along in a truck with concrete shocks surrounded by a Hellion legion that smells like a fish-market Dumpster. I’m not usually the dragged-along-for-the-ride type. Usually, I...
Seriously, I don’t like people messing with old ladies. Mi madre had cancer and gave all her Social Security money to a faith healer. What happened? He gave her a homeopathic cure and she felt better....
My back feels like someone beat me with a pillowcase full of tuna-fish cans.