Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.

Only one way to win when you're being chased by someone bigger and tougher than you. Turn straight around, punch their teeth out, and hope the gods are fond of you.

I don't have to beat you. I don't have to beat you, motherfucker. I just have to keep you here... until Jean shows up.

I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.

I think it’s fairly common for writers to be afflicted with two simultaneous yet contradictory delusions, the burning certainty that we’re unique geniuses, and the constant fear that we’re witless frauds who are speeding toward epic failure.

I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.

Quit being so hard on yourself. We are what we are; we love what we love. We don't need to justify it to anyone... not even to ourselves.