Revenge is never what you think it's going to be. There's no pleasure and glory, and when it's done your grief remains. Once a man does the things you're talking about, he will never be the same, and he can never go back to who he was before. Worst of all, no matter how many enemies you kill, you are never satisfied. There is always one more who deserves it. When it becomes too easy to kill, it never ends.

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

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

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

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

It doesn't matter if you and everyone else in the room are thinking it. You don't say the words. Words are weapons. They blast big bloody holes in the world. And words are bricks. Say something out loud and it starts turning solid. Say it loud enough and it becomes a wall you can't get through.

I seldom feel trapped by my world. Setting up rules and restrictions is part of the process. It gives your world shape. I always look at these things like haiku: you have to work within certain parameters, but within them, you’re completely free.