Quotes from Richard Kadrey

Are all these from dead men?" Steinmetz leaned against the cabin door. "They're not all men's, and yes.

No. I just spent a year on a crusade. I'm sick of lunatics telling me there's absolution and ice cream over the next hill.

She looks like she just saw a ghost, a unicorn, and Hello Kitty having a three-way in a clown car and they didn't invite her.

How will you do it?" says Sinclair. "I'll know when I see the setup, but I imagine I'll basically just kill them all and take their stuff. Is that okay with everyone?" Sandoval says, "It's fine with me." "Me too," says Sinclair. Howard just grunts.

We few, we happy few, we band of horrors. For they today who shed their blood with me shall be my brothers, my sisters, my blessed beasts. Now. Go forth and make creation weep.

The mob looks wild, but King Bullet isn't through with them yet. He says, "Existence is an open maw. Its teeth are white and sharp and once inside, nothing escapes. Existence is hungry. It must eat. It must drink. Will you let it devour you?" "No!" they scream back. "Will it drink you like wine?" "No!" He throws up his arms. "I am the bang." The mob chants, "We are the bullet that blasts a hole in the world.

I just lie there like an upside-down turtle trying to right itself.

Heaven for the weather and Hell for the company." "Who said that?" "Mark Twain.

I have to sit on the edge of the tub for a minute. As the adrenaline in my system winds down, the holes in my chest and back start to get to me. I have to hold on and breathe for a while until the dizziness passes.

God's nature has always been multifold, and never more than now. He dances with a dove in one hand and an ax in the other.

What a goddamn egomaniac. King Bullet is one prancing show pony show-off.

So, that was King Bullet. He seems nice, in a Charlie Manson meets P. T. Barnum kind of way.

Promise that you're not trying any heroics today." "Don't worry. I couldn't steal a Milk-Bone from a Chihuahua.

You really are lousy with people being nice to you." "It's easier getting punched.

They're a year closer and I'm on the street like a goddamn lost dog wondering if I'll ever find my way back home.

Goodbye, Stark." "See you around." "See, every time you say that it sounds like a threat." "It's not." "And yet.

Hi, Stark. I didn't hear you come in. What are you boys up to?" It's Candy. She's coming down the stairs from the second-floor apartment. When I didn't see her in the store, I thought she was out. Me and Kasabian freeze like kids caught snorting Mom and Dad's coke in the garage.

There are Hellions down there with more honor than half the humans I meet.

Vidocq turns in a slow circle. "My God. It really is a room full of doors." "Thirteen. What did you expect?" "I assumed the doors were a metaphor. Each door would be a way to describe a different state of being." "No. It's just a lot of doors.

That's not terribly comforting, but I suppose it will have to do." "That pretty much sums up Hell.

I hate that there are nervous butterflies in my stomach, but there's no denying it.

Stop talking. It makes the bleeding worse. Also, I don't want to hear your perverted farm animal fantasies." "It wasn't a fantasy, baby. The pig and me, we danced." She puts a finger to my lips. "Hush. The doctors will be here soon with a straitjacket and, if you're good, ice cream." When I open my mouth to say "pistachio," she clamps her hand over my mouth and yells, "How's it coming, Kas?

Yes!" he yells like he just cured cancer. He even smiles when he looks at me. "Remember my streaming service?" "You mean your betrayal of all movie rental shops ever? I remember.

Stumbling back, I shout fire hoodoo, but they walk right through that. I can't think straight. I know there are other ways to hurt them, but my brain has flatlined.