...they tended towards the simple pleasures in life: drinking, whoring and fighting, preferably all three at once.

The only way to make sure that the Hand didn't get to you would have been to kill your brother. I could've done it, but I didn't. I just gave him some drugs." "You gave an addict in rehab drugs, and you want credit for it?" "Of course it sounds bad when you put it that way.

Your favorite volhv showed up half an hour ago, complaining about his lack of sleep and stupid gods. He says he brought his Batman belt.

You're problem is, you underestimate me because I'm a woman.

Wanna spot me?" "No thanks. How about I just scream verbal encouragements at you?

Keeping you safe keeps me in shape.

Superstitions add texture to life.