Quotes About Richard Kadrey

Now you are thinking like a thief. Fewer guns and more exits. We'll cure your cowboy ways yet. (Vidocq)

That sounds like the sin of pride, Marshal. Better run downstairs and let Miss December flog it out of you. Webcam it and charge by the minute. You won't ever have to take government money again.

Thank God for whiskey or the world would be so full of secrets the weight would spin us into the sun.

That's for me, isn't it? I'm going to Hell." "Don't feel so bad. It beats Fresno.

Where are we going?" "For ice cream. What's your favorite flavor?" "Fuck you." "That's my favorite, too.

Just wait until you're alive again." I look over at her. "What? You've got a problem with us Revenant-Americans?" "Hey, some of my best friends are dead. But you look like you're running a quart low.

Of course, aside from fear, the God business runs on sentimentality. That's the only explanation. Unless it's a real estate scam.

Kasabian is still shrieking like a banshee, which is pretty good for a guy with no lungs.

It's part of why I came to Los Angeles. My real work. I kill the dead.

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.

He says, "Look into your heart, Stark," and hangs up. I look into my heart and all I can see is bourbon and me punching Samael in the balls.

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.

I was telling him about those fake cop pendejos from the other night." Kasabian does a theatrical shudder. "I had to make him stop. The whole cutting-off-heads thing. It's triggering for me, you know?

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

Next time I don't care if you get shot or your balls are stuck in a wood chipper," he says. "You don't come in without a mask.

He finishes and wipes his mouth. As he folds his napkin he says, "As the poet once said, 'Love has more faces than the moon.'" "What the hell does that mean?" "I have no idea. But it's very pretty, don't you think?

Hellions just aren't used to humans giving them back talk. That's okay. I can use that. Let them find me a little strange. A little inexplicable. Playing the Devil is easier if no one has any idea what you're going to do or say next.

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?

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.