3 Quotes by Morgan Chalfant

It's a strange experience, dying. People talk about how it creeps over you like a warm blanket. That's not true. It starts out warm, but then it hits you like a bucket of icy water after stepping out of a sweat lodge. Then it's all black like a void. I would know. I died and lived to tell about it.

The girl's the Michelangelo of torture. She'd paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel with a scalpel.She is so ruthlessly skilled, she'll hurt you and make you believe you're enjoying it.

In the dark alleys, on the sunlit sidewalks and the streets of Glory--those were the places where monsters were made.