“That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.”
“This woman was hard-core. Fuck with her at your peril.”
“Anything worth doing should be done HARD-CORE!!”
“...For like a rugged tree you are hard and sound at the core.”
“There’s no democratic state that’s not compromised to the very core by its part in generating human misery.”
“This grimoire was written in the language of angels.""Shouldn't that be,like, harp music or chanting, and not hard-core hieroglyphics?”