God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

Has it ever occurred to you that parents are nothing but overgrown kids until their children drag them into adulthood? Usually kicking and screaming?

Money can't buy off the lightning.

Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.

I know your mother lives in your head - almost everyone's mother does, I guess - but you can't let her have her way on this one

All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe.

How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.