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.

The ashes of your existence will fertilize the soil for the universe to follow.

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?

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

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.

Let me finish my beer." (Stark) "Of course. The end of the world can wait.(Kasabian)