Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

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.

Don't talk. Kill it." That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

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

That's what Glocks are. High-precision killing machines that scream "Daddy Issues.

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