Quotes from Edward Lee

On the coldest day of winter, I wouldn't give you the steam off my shit

When we take life for granted, we're assholes. Every day we wake up and the world's still turning- that's a great day.

he looked like something more than human, or something less.

God's already pissed off. He has been for five thousand years, and He's sick to the nucleus of His soul. He's not going to show Himself—you're not worth His time. God's gone. He's fuckin' busy, man.

Boy, are you fuckin' those worms again?

ONLY TODAY Yesterday can no longer be touched. Tomorrow is out of your reach. So live today, only today.

THIS This is a moment to remember, this, our breaths still heavy, the smell of summer gentle through the window, the sound of the world, not even a distraction, the words 'I love you' unneeded.

Perversity, sadism, sexual aberration, etc., are parts of the nomenclature of the human spirit—just like altruism, fellowship, love, and all that. No, I'm not saying it's cool to be perverse, sadistic, and sexually aberrant, but I think it's honest to be curious about the very worst that humanity has to offer, and the very worst manner in which mankind has presented itself. Not only is it honest, I dare say it's healthy

snick! snick! snick! "Lordy, this is fun!" After a lot more snickin', all them fingers'n toes'd been clipped right off, an' Dicky could see 'em sittin' there on the ground. Weren't much blood, though, on account'a how tight Balls'd tied the wrists'n ankles. "Lookit! The big dumb cracker's passin' out.

At any rate, it was this same less-than-gainly driver who made an announcement to the passengers. "Wal haow yew like thet?" rang his dark New England accent. "Engine problems, folks. Saounds like the manifold." (I hadn't a clue as to what a manifold

Sissy looked at the shot glass full of pig semen and threw it back neat.

Here, though, the police do not exist to protect and serve. They exist to maintain terror through unimaginable atrocity.

The sign at the end of the parking lot burned GEIN'S MOTEL in hot blue neon. He peered at the sign strangely, as if someone might be hiding behind it.

Lady, I "cream-pied" a cadaver last night. Does that meet your definition of naughty?

His penis swelled in his pants to the extent that it felt like a hamster that had died and entered rigor mortis.

Morris chopped off the girl's hand with a hatchet then guttered laughter. The poor mulato wailed, her stump pumping. What'choo do that for! Cutton bellowed. He hadn't even gotten his trousers off before Morris had pulled this move.

Think of these as wedding bands, my love, the Grand Duke amusedly remarked. By the powers invested in me, I now pronounce us husband and wife, through lust and hatred, through indulgence and abuse-and you can rest assured, death will never do us apart.

Sartre, Kierkegaard, Heidegger: cool guys, smart, lotta meat between the ears on those fellas, and certainly trying to define who we are in the world or the universe is a noble undertaking. But isn't it somewhat as legitimate to try to define the reason why people do the horrible things they do? It's a fascinating query for me. It's a kick. Hence, my plight. I write horror.

New Orleans is a city you must visit when you're young and foolish but return to when you're wiser and still searching for your dreams.

Must'a had dog shit on my dick when I knocked his momma up with him

Whoever said life has anything to do with what we want or don't want? Life's a gift, Cassie. Sometimes we have to give something back.

He didn't believe there was a Heaven or Hell, and to him, the concept of sin was an abstraction founded in cultural mythology. It wasn't science, therefore it wasn't real. He knew though, that suicide was universally considered a sin, a grievous sin, and for some reason-perhaps a subconscious instinct of self-preservation, which was actually a biological, not a spiritual activity, he wondered... What if I'm wrong? What if I kill myself and I go to Hell?

It was hard to believe that in a society of computer chips, banana chips, and anti-lock brakes, of sitcoms, Home Shopping Clubs, and pay-per-view, and of surround-sound stereos and microwave ovens—it was hard to believe that such destitution could exist at all, much less under the very nose of the same society… He'd

This ain't no Bigfoot. It's the Bighead! The Bighead is back!