There's only things, Blackie.

“Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same acti…”

“Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to murde…”

“The Mayor about the fable of the Prodigal Son:'But he came home.''Yes, his cour…”

“I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.”