Marcone's scum... But he's his own scum.

Tavi grinned. "Are you with me?" "The plan is insane," Ehren said. "YOU are insane." He looked around the inside of the tent. "I'll need some pants.

See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.

I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.

Seedy wasn't a fair description for the place, because seeds imply eventual regrowth and renewal.

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than weaker men with breasts.

...The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher