I figure if there is a God, he or she isn’t paying attention to what we build or if we follow some elaborate rules, but copping a ride on our shoulders, watching what we do ever day. Seeing if we took this great big adventure called life and did something interesting with it.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

An ait a bhfuil do chroi is ann a thabharfas do chosa thu.(your feet will bring you to where your heart is.)

I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.

I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.

There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.