The only decision I’m qualified to make is bourbon or more bourbon.
The moral of my s***ty story is, if your dead parent comes back to life, stick ’em back in the ground.
The line keeps moving. And I keep stepping over it. How far is too far? And will there ever be a way back?
The best places to hide out are the places no one else wants to go.
The beauty of what he does is that nobody knows how he does this. It can’t be explained, so it can’t be believed.
Summer in New York City. It’s hot. It’s humid. And everyone’s just a little more pissed off than usual. Scratch that. A lot more.
Spies are easy to come by… for me.
Sometimes there is no question, no doubt. You know what you’re looking at. You know exactly what to do. Get the bad guy.
So you infected him? Wow! I wish I had a Mother of the Year award so I could bludgeon you with it.
Simpson was right. It takes a monster to stop a monster. He just wasn’t the right monster.
Saving someone doesn’t mean unkilling someone else.
Pictures tell stories, too. But sometimes the real story is just out of frame.
