Quotes from Garth Ennis

Wait a minute, even I've hearda him. He died savin' the entire universe. Choked on cum...

Jamie: Um... when you say 'Hopeless Romantic'... what you actually mean is I'm-- Beth: Hopeless at being romantic, yes.

There'd be no point trynna blackmail a bloke everyone already knows is a cunt, would there?

You know you can be a real bitch sometimes. I can be a perfect cunt.

Lentrong Giap: We are both bound for Hell, Colonel Fury. But I hope you find a comfortable place to wait.

The sun was shining brightly on the day that I died. It blazed from the heavens. It sang from the skies. On a day the world seemed born again, the HMS Nightingale met her end. She took us with her, every one of us: the Old Man, me, the Doc, the Chief, the babyfaced killer in A-Turret, the fat man from Swansea, all the rest. She took us to the bottom. Saved our souls.

Needs more gun.

I walked away in the manner that we always do from horror: believing that refusal to accept reality might just negate it, knowing that it walks one constant, smirking step behind us. I walked until the vast, black truth of what had happened overwhelmed me, becoming part of my existence, pivotal-- - Ian Cowley, Crossed: Badlands #1

I can melt steel, fucker, I'll microwave your guts and punch them our your asshole.

You're the only person who means anything to me in the whole world, you're all I've got... Well then you've got nothin.

Kit [to Claire]: Our Ma was a brilliant wee woman, wasn't she?

Johann Kleist: If something is waiting for me in that midnight thicket, it can have me soon enough. To be claimed by that primal darkness, to be swallowed up, to cease: the thought of it is bliss to me.

Tulip: Okay, let me tell you what you're doing here-- you're writing a story. You've got the plot and dialogue from Melrose Place and fucking Baywatch, and you're writing yourself a little story in your head... The trouble is, you're using me as one of the characters.

Odia lo suficiente y olvidarás que vives en el mierdero sin trabajo, sin seguro médico y con seguridad. Además de que eres un jodido estúpido sin esperanzas de nada

The urge to fight, to maul, to murder: it is the greatest cancer that afflicts mankind. It obliterates the body of the victim, and the spirit of the the one who strikes the blow. I have seen it...

I got taken in by my uncle Frankie, know to his friends as Butcher Franchetti and to his enemies as 'Oh God no, don't kill my children, Don Franchetti'.

No, I would not say that assault with a baseball bat constitutes justice being done.

Preacher is a book that somehow allows me time by its settling on it's characters, that sort of modern gothic western feel. You're not likely to see the boat veering too far from that.

It's nice to be in a situation where the two books that I write for a sort of regular monthly income are also works that I enjoy immensely, rather than them being some kind of bread and butter, do it because you have to do it.

I'm sure you're aware, with the time it takes to put these books together, everything can suddenly start coming out at once even though I wrote anything between one and five years ago.

There's immense fun to be had as long as you can sort of sneak it past DC. I have been told on occasion that I need to have more respect for these characters.

There's immense fun to be had as long as you can sort of sneak it past DC. I have been told on occasion that I need to have more respect for these characters.

I can't really put it in one sentence because although on one hand Preacher is about faith and yes it is also about, I suppose, the search for God, the search for faith and the manipulation and the abuse committed by figures in whom I suppose people have faith.

I'm the one who steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat and cigarette and arrogance, ready to deal with the madness. Oh, I've got it all sewn up. I can save you. If it takes the last drop of your blood, I'll drive your demons away. I'll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they're down and then I'll be gone back into darkness, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone... who would walk with me?