You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.

I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day.

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 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.

When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.

A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

Advice,' Doña Vorchenza chuckled. 'Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.