You want to survive, stop keeping score.[to Anderson]
You can play by the rules and still have fun.
What’s a friendly game of cards when your day job is facing the prince of darkness?
Pride. Pride’s the bad boy. It sneaks up on you, because it doesn’t feel like a sin.
Call me old-fashioned, but I think our vices should leave a rotten taste in our mouth. Helps keep us honest. That’s what God invented the hangover for.
You wanna reclaim your family, you gotta let your mother go.
You wanna fight the devil, start by cleaning your f*****g act up.
You don’t get to choose. The saints are just as susceptible as the sinners.
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What is the Devil? The sum of our fears? Maybe whatever these things are, we just needed to give them a name.
We know that people can walk and talk and act normal, and still have one of those things inside of ’em.
The battle is coming. Unless we’re prepared, that darkness will spew forth with the reek of a sewer drowning us in its corruption. We will choke on it, gag on it, and then the black pit of hell will await us all.
That man in there’s praying for a miracle that you and I both know is never gonna come, ’cause no one’s f*****g listening. If your God is out there, he’s laughing at you.
