Like a man once said: ‘I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.’ The
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...
LAUREL CANYON PERCHED DIRECTLY ABOVE LOS ANGELES, one of the most expensive collections of winding hills and valleys in the country. Luckily, there were roads that twisted up and down the tortured rid...
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'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'm always careful. It's whiskey that isn't careful.
As each wave of technology is released. It must be accompanied by a demand for new skills, new language. Consumers must constantly update their ways of thinking, always questioning their understanding...
It’s more than coping. It’s adaptation. You go into the dark one species and mutate to fit your surroundings. Grow better eyes and ears. Get used to the feel of the air so you can tell when something...
You were a prick and a crook, but no one deserves to go out the way you went. I hope it was over quick and that you tasted like ass all the way down. Amen.
Wells points at me like P. T. Barnum showing off the dog-faced boy to the masses.
Quid salvum est si Roma perit? What is safe if Rome perishes?
Death smiles at us all and all a man can do is smile back.
If you ever see me in a matching T-shirt with a woman—any woman—shoot me. Okay? Morty nodded. You didn’t have to ask. I’d have done it on principle. Thank you. I know a cry for help when I see it.
Up ahead, Donut Universe shines like the Virgin Mary doing barrel rolls over Lourdes, so I head over.
If you’re in the exorcism business, you must know a lot about demons. Qliphoth, he says. What? It’s the proper word for what you call a demon. A demon is a bogeyman, an irrational entity representing...
Everything's show biz in the end
They were the understanding eyes of kindly folk who burned witches alive to save their souls.
You’re a philosopher. No. Just drunk.
The winners are the schemers and the ruthless who take what they want, not the suckers standing around hoping for an even break.
There’s dead and there’s Hollywood dead, and those are two very different things. Dead is just dead. In the ground. Pennies on your eyes. A cold slab of meat with no slaw and definitely no dessert.
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