“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?

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

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?

You just have to keep getting up’. And I look back and they were right. They were all right.

I grew up on the back of a motorcycle – my dad didn’t have a car until I was a teenager. And then my closest friend from grade school was a guy.

Don’t look back, because someone might be gaining on you.

I almost believe that Harriet Tubman asked God for a leave like, “I’m gonna need to go back down there and take care of some things. They’re in trouble.”

I had to bring myself back down to being a normal person again.

I admire the ones who keep coming back and doing it, time after time.

My skin prickled and I looked back at the ocean. None of us ask for the things we inherit; they are thrust upon us, willy-nilly. Like The Marine.

It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.