Mostly, Sub Rosas are the people regular people aren't supposed to know about. It's not that we don't like you; it's that you have a habit of burning us at the stake when you notice us.
Oh Christ. Put me back with the zombies, Strawberry Shortcake. [p. 411]
Home late. Be naked.
When the world began, there were no such things as monsters. Demons were just fallen angels who, booted out of Heaven and bored with Hell, wandered the Earth sticking little girls’ pigtails in inkwell...
When I was Downtown, I learned a lot about making threats. Make them big. Make them outrageous. You're never going to kick someone's ass. You're going to pull out their tongue and pour liquid nitrogen...
I'll give you another example. The snake in the Garden of Eden? Yeah?It was just a snake. Humanity's first real decision was to defy God. So was mine. That's the reason I make you uncomfortable. We're...
Of course, aside from fear, the God business runs on sentimentality. That’s the only explanation. Unless it’s a real estate scam.
So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes, there is such a thing. They invented it in Hell, which is where I am. I already said I was dead. Where else would I be? Try to k...
The ashes of your existence will fertilize the soil for the universe to follow.
The only sayings I can remember are old Iggy and the Stooges lyrics. See? All this pulling is bad for my health. I think I’m having an aneurysm. Do you even know what an aneurysm is? A little furry th...
There's only one way to steal a car and not feel guilty about it, and that's to steal the most expensive car you can find. That way, you know that it carries the maximum insurance possible, so whateve...
Lucifer was his name in Perdition. In Heaven, he’s Samael.
If fucking up is power, I should be the Hulk by now.
She hands me back the bottle. The stuff we’re drinking is vile. Greasy and fishy, but even flounder-flavored turpentine will taste good when it’s the only drink in town.
Sandoval screws up her lips in a sour expression like she just licked the bottom of a bus station chair.
I mean, there’s doomed. There’s screwed. And there’s monsoons-in-Hell fucked. And we’re at fucked o’clock.
Young vampires are all assholes. It’s part of their job description.
I prefer Abomination. It fits better on a T-shirt. I’d comp you one, but we don’t have any big enough for your ego.
He grabs his pistol when I thought this was a knife fight, and, well, it’s a very upsetting moment. I
LOS ANGELES IS a busted jukebox in a forgotten bar at the ass end of the high desert. The city only exists between the pops, skips, and scratches of the old 45s.
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