Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence. Or insanity.

No wonder Sherlock Holmes did all that coke. Math is hard.

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

If I learned anything Downtown, it's this: the only real difference between an enemy and a friend is the day of the week.

I'd like to think they're staring at me because of my white-hot animal magnetism, but I'm not Elvis. I'm Lobster Boy, hear me roar.

I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time." "There's the monster. Hello, monster.

Besides, do you think you would have come if I’d just popped into your tattoo shop one night around closing and said, ‘Hello, I’m the Prince of Darkness. Think you could help me out with a little war next Tuesday, say, sixish?