My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.

Give me B movies or give me death!

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

There is no delight the equal of dread

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

Words are sexier than flesh.

Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lover's work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.