I’d really like to keep it for a while and play with it, but there’s a bunch of grumpy killers and angels and a soon-to-be-dead messiah waiting for me.
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...
It’s like God left his lunch in the microwave and you get to finish it.
I'm trying very hard not to think about anything I'm doing. Of all the iffy things I've ever done in my life, I've never had to ditch a body before. While it's giving me a migraine right now, I think...
I wish I could say, No more Mr. Nice Guy, but the boat sailed on that one a long time ago.
I walk to a shadow and put the bills in my pocket. Don’t wait up. I don’t want you coming back drunk, says Sandoval. Don’t worry. I’ll look pretty for class pictures tomorrow.
I pick up a long, charcoal-gray silk overcoat at a West Hollywood rent-boy boutique. Anything heavier than silk will look ridiculous in L.A., and wearing a black overcoat is nature's way of telling yo...
I don’t believe in conspiracies. Guys will say anything to get laid.
I didn’t sign up for any of this, but at worst I always thought being the Devil would be at least a little fun. Shooting BBs at Hitler as he tightrope walks over a lake of boiling lemon juice and brok...
Horned Toad’s pal, the baby face in the jeep, is running at me, firing the rifle. I guess he’s upset because he hasn’t grasped the fact that it’s really hard to hit anything when you’re running and yo...
Hellions just aren’t used to humans giving them back talk. That’s okay. I can use that. Let them find me a little strange. A little inexplicable. Playing the Devil is easier if no one has any idea wha...
Don’t fuck with me, ball sac,
Dignity is nice but it’s money makes the lights and shower work.
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.
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
And if he’s found guilty? Then his fate will be that of all the ignobles.
Words are weapons. They blast big bloody holes in the world. And words are bricks. Say something out loud and it starts turning solid. Say it out loud enough and it becomes a wall you can’t get throug...
Where are we going? For ice cream. What’s your favorite flavor? Fuck you. That’s my favorite, too.
The Magistrate hasn’t said a word this whole time. He just stands there like a mantis, all insect patience and killer instincts.
The Magistrate has been watching this whole thing with the quiet amusement of Mike Brady watching his squabbling TV kids. Only this Mike’s kids are killers and Dad’s got a messiah complex.