“I only want to sleep . . . and never wake.”

Demons don’t play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.

As for getting there … it’s a choice between sinning and being tricked by demons It’s a plane of evil … despair … and magic of the foulest kind.

I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but look: Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by sixty-five million years of evolution have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?

Besides… next to giving pain my favourite sport’s to feel it.

Well, the world has changed so radically, and we’re all running to catch up.

Reverse Darwinism: survival of the most idiotic.

I don’t know where hell is … another dimension, perhaps, or another plane of reality.

It hurts! It throbs with pain, the like of which I never felt the half! Mortal flesh would scream again . . . yet demon spirit bids to laugh

Blood is drawn! I am impressed-though my hell-spawned powers will heal it!

How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?

I didn’t go for the needle at all. I never cared for drugs, because I saw what they did to most people. I thought that was the end of the road.

You’ll never be alone if you’ve got a book.

I’d never be able to see the shore.

You never open your mouth until you know what the shot is.

The next generation product almost never comes from the previous generation.

I’ve never felt sensitive to the whole issue, because being macho has never been a problem with me.

I’ve never been part of anything so great as those three kids.

A little bit of this, a little bit of that. I never had any specific style.