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That's it? That's all you're going to say?" "What else do you want?" "You usually have some smartass comeback." "I'm too tired for that shit right now. Aren't you?" "Most definitely.

Lucifer was his name in Perdition. In Heaven, he's Samael.

But hanging around with a bunch of incorporeal fuckups sounds downright depressing, and I don't need more of that right now.

What is this place? Heaven?" Her father laughed. "That's everyone's first question." "It's not hell, is it?" "That's everyone's second question," he said.

Abbot's place looks like a shack fucked an outhouse and they had an ugly baby.

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

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

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.

The Council is staring at me. I've been down here a hundred days and still, anytime I say anything but yes or no, they look at me like I'm a talking giraffe.

Look at my face. I didn't get these scars in pillow fights." That seems to convince her. Never doubt the power of ugly.

What's a shvitz?" he yells. "Really? You're driving up Hell's asshole with these Grease rejects and that's the first thing that falls out of your skull?

I actually feel kind of bad for the little curs. It's not their fault they're a cannibal florist shop.

If you're going to get shot, a gold .45 is the classy way to do it.

I promise you eternal torment if you do not deliver to me a chocolate brownie.

I say, "The Elmer Gantry act is very convincing, but why pretend you're Wormwood? That doesn't make any sense.

The only stop I make is on a cliff overlooking the Pacific. I throw the road rage pistol far out into the water. Let the fish have it. They have more sense than some people, including me.

The first person to say 'Intelligent Design' has to wear the Charles Darwin beard I keep in my desk for the rest of the year.

He coughs wetly and wipes his mouth with a monogrammed hankie. When he's done I say, "What kind of event?" "Stupendous," says Sandoval. "Cataclysmic.

I taste my espresso. It's good. Dammit. How am I supposed to hate people if they make good coffee?

And, of course, there's LAPD surveillance cams. But they can go fuck themselves at the best of times and right now, they can fuck themselves and Mount Rushmore too.

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'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.

No hospitals, she says. I know. Where are we going? For ice cream. What's your favorite flavor? Fuck you. That's my favorite, too.

Richard Kirshenbaum