Linda Styles:
A reality is just what we tell each other it is.
Sutter Cane:
I think, therefore you are.
John Trent:
I'm sorry about the balls! It was a lucky shot, that's all!
Sutter Cane:
Did I ever tell you my favorite color was blue?
John Trent:
Every species can smell its own extinction. The last ones left won't have a pretty time with it. In ten years, maybe less, the human race will just be a bedtime story for their children. A myth, nothing more.
Simon:
Reality is not what it used to be!
John Trent:
Your books SUCK!
John Trent:
God's not supposed to be a hack horror writer.
Axe Maniac:
Do you read Sutter Cane?
John Trent:
Like the book?
Teen:
I Love it.
John Trent:
Good. Then this shouldn't come as a surprise.
John Trent:
This shit really sells doesn't it?
Linda Styles:
More than you'd think. Surprised?
John Trent:
Lady, nothing surprises me anymore. We fucked up the air, the water, we fucked up each other. Why don't we just finish the job by flushing our brains down the toilet?
Simon:
[about to commit suicide] I have to, he wrote me this way.
John Trent:
Oh, Jesus, this place makes my head hurt.
Cop:
[looking at Trent after beating a bum] Do you want some too, buddy.
John Trent:
This book is going to drive people absolutely mad!
Jackson Harglow:
Well, let's hope so. The movie comes out next month.
Linda Styles:
Why don't you try reading his stuff? See if you can get it.
John Trent:
Got any on tape?
John Trent:
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[On hearing "It's Only Just Begun" playing while in his asylum cell]
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Oh, no, not The Carpenters...