“As in any proper fairy tale, there's a majick formula, in this case called the Rule of Nines.”

“The problem with people like us is that we don't die properly.”

“There's the smell of the devil's mischievousness, a pitchfork in your ass and sulfur in your mouth. The Bastard's there, all right, don't doubt it.”

“She had what I'd call a lemming ass - that is, an ass that you would follow right over the edge of the cliff.”

“My first, and most lasting, addiction has always been to the obsessive study of any matter that took hold of my curiosity.”

“There's a gentle sigh which descends like billowing silk upon the soul that accepts its coming death. It's a gentle pocket of air in the turbulence of everyday life... the silk settles around you as if it has been drifting towards the earth forever and has finally found it's target. The flag of defeat has been mercifully dropped and, in this action, the loss is not so bad. Defeat itself is defeated by the embrace of defeat, and death is swallowed up in victory.”

“The best a man can do is to remain silent, because any time he prates on about God, he is committing the sin of lying. The true master knows that if he had a God he could understand, he would never hold Him to be God.”