See, Quentin, that’s why you should wear a cup before trying to assassinate someone.

I'm a decent sprinter and I can gun a motorcycle from zero to suicidal in less than ten seconds.

Don't think she can breathe over there, chief." drawled Shaun. "Pretty sure she hasn't kicked the oxygen habit yet.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.

No one should be posing for duck-lipped selfies with the plaque of the dead. That wouldn't be right.

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.