What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.

There are some things more important than physical survival. You gotta be able to look at yourself in the mirror.

I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I'd told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that'd be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties.

Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It's like evil magical Tupperware -- it stays fresh forever.

I'd been willing to kill for the people I loved for a very long time; now I had to start living for them.

If they cheat, can I shoot them?

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.