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 can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me.

Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.

He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.

The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

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