What do you want me to do? says Kasabian. I don’t think Howard can get out of the bedroom, but if he does . . . I know. Punch him in the balls. You got it.
The downside to jackrabbit reflexes is that while they get you out of the way of obvious and imminent danger, when you're going forty miles an hour on your front wheel, those reflexes will simply laun...
That's how you know someone likes you. Anyone can give you chocolate and flowers, but when they'll disembowel someone for you? That's true love.
That's for me, isn't it? I'm going to Hell.Don't feel so bad. It beats Fresno.
Sometimes just seeing a woman smile is like a knife in the heart. It hurts and it rattles your whole system, but against all your instincts you swallow the pain and keep looking. After a while you rea...
She smiles and says, Welcome back, like she means it, and it kind of breaks my heart. She’s nice. I forgot what that’s like. I try to smile back at her, but I’m not sure I’m getting it right. I mean,...
L.A. is what happens when a bunch of Lovecraftian elder gods and porn starlets spend a weekend locked up in the Chateau Marmont snorting lines of crank off Jim Morrison’s bones.
It’s not something you think about, it just happens. You fall into the orbit of friends and familiar faces. You don’t even have to like each other. You just have to be there to remind each other that...
It could have been ten. What’s that mean? It’s a Hellion joke. When God threw them from Heaven, they fell for nine days, so when everything goes to shit you say… …It could have been ten.
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 take a long drag on the Malediction like maybe it’ll start a tornado and carry me back home like Dorothy.
How do you explain to someone that you understand their fear, then convince them that it’s going to be all right? In my experience, the more you talk about what scares them, the worse it gets. There’s...
Fortunately, I’m good at ignoring a lot of what my brain does.
But these days, I’m working on the theory that killing everyone I don’t like might be counterproductive.
Black magic on Earth isn't so different and it's why so many dark magicians dress like cashiers at Hot Topic. Black is a good color anytime you're flinging around blood.
And if I do live, I don’t know if my body is ever going to be right again. I mean, even if I figure out what Ludovico’s Ellicit is and get cured, I might look like Freddy Krueger’s foreskin forever.
A gun is like love. The universal language.
Young man, there are some things in the world so profane that their only real value is in not knowing about them.
When she leaves I look from Daja to the Magistrate. I think your pet monkey is getting tired. Why don’t you throw it a banana and send it home?
What happened to your face? she says. She pulls down my shirt a few inches. Spots more scars. And the rest of you. Never follow a foul ball into a wood chipper, I say. We didn’t even win the game.