Quotes from Richard Kadrey

Is killing someone always like this?" "Just the first couple of times. After that it's like folding socks. But that's just me." She

This is my domain. What exists here without knowledge exists here in defiance." "That doesn't even make sense." "He's calling them liars," says Daja. I look at her. "Again I ask: What does any of this have to do with me?

I find a filter, shove it into the blessedly intact coffeemaker, and pour in half the damn bag of French roast. "I hope you like yours strong." "Like the Rock of Gibraltar," Samael says. And looks around. "A bit of a step up for you.

Alyx notices that I'm done with my coffee and comes over. "You went through those fast. You want another double?" "Yes, but I already want to bench-press that bus out there, so I probably shouldn't. What do you have with less caffeine?" "Everything," she says. "Literally everything here has less caffeine than what you just drank.

I played minigolf once, but the windmill scared me. I try to avoid excitement these days.

The future is a mess, the past is a wreck, and I'm center stage at the shit storm of the century.

I hope watching the Bradys depresses them as much as being trapped here in Creation's shit pipe depresses me.

Maybe I should have kept my rock. At least I wouldn't look quite so much like a deer caught in the headlights. No. I'd look like a deer with a rock. Forget it. We

As sweet as it feels, I can't lie here forever curled up in a big ball of fuck-the-world.

Be a rock, James. Otherwise, you'll lose everything.

Soft cheese is a reminder that all cheese is just milk that crawled into a ditch to die, then some lunatic came along, spread the corpse on a saltine, and invented hors d'oeuvres.

The Magistrate says something to him and stands at the edge of the flatbed, a preacher addressing his flock. Charlie Manson laying out the plans for Helter Skelter.

There's something about driving a pretty girl somewhere potentially dangerous in a stolen car that just makes you feel good.

When she was six, someone had explained to her that the grooves on the LPs were really little hills and valleys and that the needles made music from bouncing through them. One day when she learned that her fingerprints were little hills and valleys, she got a sewing needle and dragged it across her fingers. All it did was draw blood. Lesson learned. People weren't records. Records were.

We fall asleep that way and I dream about a beautiful black-eyed monster holding my hand and saying, "It's just us. The funny little people who live in the cracks in the world.

We're the trained dogs of the spectacle…it's devoured our lives, our art, our dignity. But existence is not determined by the whim of politicians.

Tell me about the parties. Toward the end. Did anything change?" She laughs, but it's a sarcastic stage bark. "You're talking about the sex magic angle." "Exactly," I lie. "I thought it was silly, but it was the seventies. Anton LaVey was all the rage. Black candles, pentagrams, Aleister Crowley, and pretend sacrifices? They gave the parties a new frisson.

I've done a lot of questionable things in my time, but I never actually mugged anybody. Not that this was technically a mugging. Brad Pitt here attacked me. In another time, helping myself to this guy's gear would just fall under the heading of "Spoils of War." Besides, I need this stuff. I'm back with nothing. No friends that I know of and no real plan.

What did you mean when you said Stein had gone over the edge?" She shifts her shoulders nervously.

he grabs his pistol when I thought this was a knife fight, and, well, it's a very upsetting moment. I

Lisa hasn't directed anything in forty years. Hollywood has a way of forgetting about women when they have the temerity to grow out of their twenties. She can tell you more, though. But she's old. Be gentle with her.

Sometimes annoyance will keep you going when booze and fear and hope are as dead as the Big Bopper.

Traven walks away as a stream of havoc members come by to pat me on the back, punch my arm, and shake my hand. I smile and nod like it's the Oscars and I just won Best Supporting Asshole.

The universe is a meat grinder and we're just pork in designer shoes, keeping busy so we can pretend we're not all headed for the sausage factory.