The nurse snorted, and said. “All men are pigs.”
“Not all men.” Jango said. “Some of the men are zombies.

I promise not to hurt you, unless you try to take my shit. Then I'll twist your head off and hide it in a bush somewhere.

Sometimes you have to do something ugly so that something beautiful can grow.

You take all of our pain, you are the spine. You are the blood soaked rag that holds closed the wounds in our soul.

I once fed a dog-fight operator to the dogs he had abused for so long, and do you want to know something? It felt so good. It was justice, girl. The fucking law never gave a shit about a victim, but justice is all heart.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.