Snap judgments? I'd gotten over those about the time I was toilet trained. Swore off diapers and faith in the human experience all in one week.

I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.

Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?

Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat.

Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.” I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn’t pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in.

You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.