There’s the opposite of love at first sight. There are people walking the earth that the moment you meet them, you want to punch them and keep punching them.
There’s another half that thinks you’re just crazy. Finally. My people. She
The way he’s shooting, he couldn’t hit the sky from a weather balloon.
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...
Next you’ll tell me that Mickey Mouse is just a guy in a costume.
Mimir sucks in the smoke and suddenly I want another Malediction. Her eyes roll back in her head. She begins to shake. She mumbles something unintelligible, like she’s chanting or speaking in tongues....
Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?
It would be simpler than dealing with this sideshow.
All these scars. The road map of my life. My armor.
You still think I have a good side? There's a search party out for it but I'm optimistic they'll turn up something.
Were those statues there before? Buer waves his little cuttlefish tentacles and moves his finger across the paper. They’re new. A different icon for each of the Seven Noble Virtues. He’s not lying. Th...
Twenty percent? What am I, your waiter? I got you five vampires, not a BLT.
The 405 is one breakdown away from turning into the Donner Party.
That’s where you’re wrong. When a tidal wave washes out the luau, you surf it and look for land.
Thank God for whiskey or the world would be so full of secrets the weight would spin us into the sun.
THERE’S ONLY ONE problem with L.A. It exists. 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 of...
So, this really is a crusade after all. And now I’m part of it. Hallelujah.
Short of flamethrowers, nukes, or a bunch of trained Drifter killers, the best strategy is nature’s simplest: run like you’re a zebra at a waterhole and a pride of lions just showed up with ketchup an...
She looks like she just saw a ghost, a unicorn, and Hello Kitty having a three-way in a clown car and they didn’t invite her. I
Oh Christ. Put me back with the zombies, Strawberry Shortcake. [p. 411]