These hail from the awesome game called Max Payne, not the ho hum movie vaguely based on the game. These are some of my favorites. The first is something I've often considered getting tattooed somewhere on my body.
* I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.
* I didn't like the way the show started, but they had given me the best seat in the house, front row center.
* One thing you can count on: You push a man too far, and sooner or later he'll start pushing back.
* Collecting evidence had gotten old a few hundred bullets back. I was already so far past the point-of-no-return I couldn't remember what it had looked like when I had passed it.
* After Y2K, the end of the world had become a cliché. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil out to right a grave injustice. Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliché when it's happening to you.
* You'd find that Lady Luck was really a hooker, and you were fresh out of cash.
* It wasn't about how good you were. It was chaos and luck and anyone who thought differently was a fool.
* Staggering on the mill roof in ice and snow and wild wind, I was a Ninja. My Kung Fu was strong. I wasn't kidding anyone. At best, I was Superman on Kryptonite, about to fall through a skylight, down to where it was all going down.
* The truth was a burning green crack through my brain. Weapon statistics hanging in the air, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Endless repetition of the act of shooting, time slowing down to show off my moves. The paranoid feel of someone controlling my every step. I was in a computer game. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.
* You piece together a jigsaw and the final picture is you finishing that same puzzle, a mad green-eyed killer standing behind you. An urban legend come true.
* Just when you thought you had reached the deepest depths of horror, it suddenly got worse. How to turn off that small voice inside your head that started to whisper that you should be glad... that now, if not before, your revenge was justifiable on any conceivable moral scale. That small voice proved, beyond any doubt, that I was damned.
