Elaine: He saved my life twice. He’s the only grown-up I know who keeps his promises.Michael: Yes. It is a point of pride with him. But please — don’t mistake it for a virtue.

Dragons were a problem sometimes, but they only came on Tuesdays, so you could work around them.

You read any Greek myths, puppy? The one about the gorgon Medusa, particularly? I used to wonder what could be so terrible that you couldn’t survive even looking at it.Until I got a little older...

Michael: There’s nothing here to fear.Lucifer: Well, there’s always the truth.

You move on. You move back. On because you’re always getting older, back because there’s always a set of habits and routines to catch you and suck you back in when your guard is down.

Yahweh: You’ve been unhappy because you’ve desired things that cannot be.Lucifer: That’s what desire IS. The need for what we can’t have. The need for what’s readily available is called greed.

No, there are no special places in hell. Hell is a democracy.

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you’re waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

I have stared into the light and you are all my shadows.

And for Peter… well, sometimes cruelty is kindness in disguise. Sometimes pain is the best teacher. Sometimes it does you no harm to realize that there’s a limit to what you can get away with.

We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.

It was a hot, moist armpit of a night…

That’s what I’ve never been able to get about religion: that charmless combination of altruism and insanity. Give me a cynical, self-interested bastard any day of the week; at least you can play chicken with...

You know, I’m like Avis rent-a-car: Because I’m insignificant, I try harder.

The trouble is, writing the damn thing is like unscrewing your skull and pouring the contents of your brain into an empty tank. The tank has a shape, more or less – has more or...

So what I’m getting at is this. Okay, maybe it’s cold in the grave. Maybe you come out of the light and you think, Fuck your mother, this is bad. This is worse than anything...

It does no good to run. And it does no good to hide. But I know what it’s like. Your brain shuts down, and you follow your instincts. Or, at least, you think you do....

All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made from light and fire. And they lift our hearts out of the dust, and out of the grave.

You know what pulp is, Mr. Tallis? It’s the flesh of a luscious fruit, mashed down into an incredible, half liquid richness. so saturated with flavor that it fills your whole body, not just your...