I've always been a little skittish about death. On certain days I'm okay with it. On other days it's like, "Really? I have to? No, man, not me."

I have one speed, I have one gear: Go!

I have to tell them that last night was a shameful train wreck filled with blind cuddly puppies.

Let's hook up and just bring fiery death.

Fear is never a good enough reason to do nothing

People say you have to work on your resentments. Yeah, no, I'm gonna hang onto them and they're gonna fuel my attack.

You should have read the directions before you showed up to the party.