18 Quotes by Scott Nicholson

The rain fell like dead bullets.

Then on your tombstone, where you only get a little bit of space to sum up your life, some wax-faced creep chisels a set of meaningless numbers instead of poetry or a secret love or the name of your favorite candy. In the end, all you get is a few words.

Some artists are normal people who just happen to make things because we can't figure out how in the hell to communicate with people.

I kind of have to be a master of cleaning, extracting and trusting my data before I do anything with it.

Every broken lunatic needed a theme song.

The greatest form of genius is that which isn’t noticed.

The end was right up close and personal, different for each person, a kick in the rear and a joy-buzzer handshake from the Reaper himself. But.

What do we do when it gets dark?

You put a weasel in a forty-dollar suit, and you get a forty-dollar weasel.