I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When

I Try To Be A Good Cop. I Try To Be A Good Little Soldier And Follow Orders Up To A Point. But In The End I’m Not Really A Cop, Or A Soldier. I Am A Legally Sanctioned Murderer. I Am The Executioner.

I Hate To Shop. I Consider It One Of Life's Necessary Evils, Like Brussels Sprouts And High-heeled Shoes.

So Many Of Us Had Been Armed That There Were Holsters And Weapons Scattered Among The Passed-out Bodies Like Mercenary Prizes In A Fleshy Cracker Jack Box.

What Is It About Her That Is So Goddamned Special?

I Wasn't Afraid Of Him Anymore, Because I Could Smell His Fear. You Never Had To Be Afraid Of Anything That Was Afraid Of You.