... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in their imagination and building it. Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

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!)

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

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