All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.

I came ready to fight Genghis Khan and I walk in on a shut-in playing the biggest Dungeons and Dragons game in history.

I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever.

Chasing a burning girl down a city street is a lot harder than it sounds. Civilians tend to stop and stare and this turns them into human bowling pins. Slow whiny bowling pins.

I've come a long way to get nowhere at all, I thought. And I've spent everything I have to get here.

We must always look after our friends, even when they are foolish. Especially when they are foolish.

I'm steel-toed boots in a ballet-slipper world.