Quotes About Struggle

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

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

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

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.

Janet keeps stabbing and all clever Dan can think to do is roll up like an armadillo and hope he grows armor.

What's that old Sunday school warning about how if you fight dragons too long, you can become one? That's been spinning around in my head for years, long enough that I know I'd rather be a dragon than a sheep to the slaughter.

I'd really like to keep it for a while and play with it, but there's a bunch of grumpy killers and angels and a soon-to-be-dead messiah waiting for me.

For a second, nothing happens and I'm sure that I've reached a new level of fucked. Then the hardpack around the rib shatters and I haul it out of the ground like a deranged Fred Flintstone.

Horned Toad's pal, the baby face in the jeep, is running at me, firing the rifle. I guess he's upset because he hasn't grasped the fact that it's really hard to hit anything when you're running and your gun is bouncing around like a rubber duck in a typhoon.

I've swallowed enough sand that I'm going to shit cinder blocks.

Things are bad enough without getting cancer too," he says. "It's never too late to develop bad habits.

I came back to earth to kill things, so I have to expect things to fight back occasionally.

Maybe I'll live long enough to find out. The way the day is going, though, I'll be lucky to make it through the appetizer course.

Anyway, there's nothing at all humiliating about clutching ten pounds of ice like your firstborn while the damn bag leaks all over your crotch so it looks like you pissed yourself with joy. I crack open another beer to celebrate fatherhood and keep reminding myself that I'm doing this for Candy.

I'm fine. Really," I lie.

She's used to getting what she wants and seeing that she's not going to this time, she radiates a primal hate so pure that you could bottle it and sell it as napalm.

When you're drowning in Hell, even a cement life jacket can look good.

Fuck my old self. My old self got his life stolen by morons and the person he cared about most killed. If I start turning into that asshole again, I'll peel these scars off myself and put a shotgun to my forehead.

This fire is a big deal. A huge deal. A giant, flaming, goddamn, piece-of-shit, agonizing, I-want-to-rip-my-own-head-off deal.

How did things go?" "On a scale of one to ten, about a negative nine.

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.

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

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.