I’d rather watch you do the backstroke in lava.
I wonder if this is one of those things they call a teachable moment. What it’s supposed to teach me, I have no idea.
I hate this place. You can’t get a cup of coffee unless it has a backstory and a pedigree so the café can charge you as much for the cup as a normal human pays for dinner. Women drive by in cute littl...
I didn't want this high a profile, but at least now everyone knows I'm armed.
Everyone in the world is a Charlie. The trick is to figure out which Charlie you’re going to be. Charlie Manson. Charlie Starkweather. Or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.Charlie Chaplin.Charlie Park...
Whatever happened, he wasn't just Mason anymore. He was Mason and something else. Like God's older brother, who takes God's money, steals his car, and fucks his girlfriend. That's Mason now. A guy who...
To the dead. Let’s think of them always, but not join them too soon.
One rule of thumb in fighting is that crazy can often overcome skill and numbers, because, while a trained fighter might actually enjoy going up against another trained fighter, no one really wants to...
Oh God, look what you did.God's away on business, Kas. Talk to me.
Of course, aside from fear, the God business runs on sentimentality. That’s the only explanation. Unless it’s a real estate scam.
I'd like to think they're staring at me because of my white-hot animal magnetism, but I'm not Elvis. I'm Lobster Boy, hear me roar.
I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever.
I mean, there’s doomed. There’s screwed. And there’s monsoons-in-Hell fucked. And we’re at fucked o’clock.
I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time.There's the monster. Hello,...
I come from a long line of tall-tale talkers. Our family crest is bullets over crossed fingers and underneath it says, ‘Bullshit Über Alles.
I can’t. I scoot forward on the chair and lean close to Carolyn. She freezes, trying to keep her eyes from meeting mine. Or maybe you’re not Hunter’s friend and you gave him a hot shot. Is that what y...
Don’t be stupid. Of course I’ll help you. We must always look after our friends, even when they are foolish. Especially when they are foolish.
All are equal in the grave.
We’re in front of a run-down little motel, the kind you see along Route 66, but not the quaint kind you stay in. It’s more like the ones where you check in for an hour and come out with crabs or what...
They were the understanding eyes of kindly folk who burned witches alive to save their souls.