Quotes from Garth Ennis

It was terrible to watch one of those things die. Eighteen tons, a hundred feet from wingtip to wingtip, ten men aboard, all fighting to get out. If she spun, the centrifugal force would pin them to the walls... You're trapped inside a metal box. You've got five miles to fall. You know it. [...] Sometimes you could hear them all the way.

Yeah. He's got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer and his big old answer to the existential clusterf*ck that is humanity is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank. That is a c*nt move. Come on, even you got to agree with me there. We should lob a f*cking nuke at him, get it over and done with. You know what I'm saying? - Butcher, 'The Boys

Churches are just clubs for people who like to join things.

Frank Castle: The sun slipped away behind me, the last sliver seeming to pause on the horizon, then succumbing to the black. And I drove on through the shadows of America... though the long, cold, dark night that I've made of my life.

In the end, the war in Vietnam was much like any other. There were those who profited. Those it devoured. And then there were those for whom there are no words.

Fuck, that's good. That's habit-formin'.

They're looking for guys like us, he says, young and hungry, not done yet. I say I'm not hungry, Rick, all I am is angry. He says that'll do just fine.

I'm the perfect girl. You read about me in Maxim or whatever. I tell dirty jokes like I'm one of the guys, and I'm sitting there in my panties and bra so you can see I'm a piece of ass in the bargain. Except I'm real, so I come with all kinds of complications.

I get down on my knees every mornin' an' give eternal thanks for the existence of girls in a otherwise pointless universe.

Tension demands release. Unusual tension demands release that can only be described as appalling.

Sin duda eres un bastardo Harry… pero un bastardo puede perdonar a otro. ¿Quién más lo haría?

When it comes to Vought, or any corporate outfit really, all that counts to them is profit. They send their kids on planes built by the lowest bidder. They travel on the fuckin' things themselves. Company jets or first class, they still go on 'em. Safety costs. Money's God.

Rayner can't go into politics, she's got more shit on her than Elton John's cock!

Well if I ever stick a cape on an' start usin' ordinary human bein's to wipe me arse with, you'll know you were right to worry, won't you?

Kit: I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. Neil: I know. Kit: I mean I didn't mean the bit about it bein' better if they'd killed you. I meant the rest. Neil: It's okay, Kathy. I know. -Heartland

Martinez: I guarantee you this: not one of us has learned a single thing today. -Condors

After all, you can't really blame the Waffen S.S. for doing what comes naturally. But a funny thing happened on the way to the moral high ground.

The gun has a name, made up of words and numbers. A measurement in millimeters, a decimal point, all befitting a precision instrument. 'Call it a rifle', I was told... But it is a gun.

Christ, I think I'd grow old if I lost you.

An interesting man. He was a last minute replacement as Bush's running mate, when the original candidate managed to say Thy Kingdom Cunt at a prayer breakfast.

Well, I once recall an old master sergeant once telling me that NCOs look after the men so that officers can figure out how to get them killed. That's the difference between maintenance and command.

It's the time to run away an' hide under the bed, an' hope the world's still in one piece when you come out again.

All right, funny man. Some of the shite I've seen in the last couple o' years makes AIDS monkeys sound downright sensible.

Anna: I've never understood all this devotion. Mouse: Don't you know? They all called me Mouse. But you were they only one who didn't believe it.