Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence

You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

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

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

... 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.