Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

Taking a thing apart is always faster than putting something together. This is true of everything except marriage.

He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places. If he wanted to take a shot at it, he’d have to turn the barrel against his own temple.

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.

Longhaired preachers come out every night, Tryin' to tell us what's wrong and what's right. But when asked about something to eat, They will tell you in voices so sweet. You will eat (You will eat!) By and by, (By and by!) In that glorious land in the sky. (Way up high!) Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die. (That's a lie!)