Sin City - Omnibus

Old Town. Where beauty is cheap, provided all you want to do is look.

A Dame to Kill For

Power doesn't come from a badge or a gun. Power comes outta lying big and getting the whole damn world to play along with you. Once you got everybody agreeing with what they know in their hearts ain't true, you got'em trapped. You're the boss. You can turn reality on its head and they'll cheer you on. You can make a saint out of a nutcase like my high-and-mighty brother. You can beat your wife to death with a baseball bat like I did and leave your fingerprints all the hell over it and a dozen witnesses will swear on a stack of bibles you were a thousand miles away.

That Yellow Bastard

There's nothing like a ravishingly beautiful nymphomaniac to distract a guy.

Hell and Back

Night after night I wait for somebody to come and finish me off. After a while I realize it's not going to be so easy as that. I'm a monkey wrench stuck in a great big machine and I've caused some damage and it'll take a good long time for the gears to grind me to powder.

The Hard Goodbye

My warrior woman. She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts, her kiss a savage thing, savage and endlessly angry, an explosion that blasts away all the dull gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.

The Big Fat Kill

Maybe Gail's right. Maybe Jackie-boy's too dumb. Maybe he's too crazy. Maybe he's too tough or too ornery or too drunk to have enough common sense to fall down and stay down and go into deep shock and have a heart attack and die quick like he ought to.
One thing's for sure. Having his hand chopped off and losing enough blood to paint a house isn't what it takes to make this particular jerk/idiot/psycho/woman-hating bastard finally shut up...

The Big Fat Kill

I love hit men. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad. Fact is, the worse you do, the better it gets.

The Hard Goodbye

Hell ? You don't know what hell is. None of you people do. Hell isn't getting beat up or cut up in front of some faggot jury. Hell is waking up every god damn morning and not knowing why you're even here. Why you're breathing.

The Hard Goodbye