25 Quotes About Preacher-man

Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse.

He was just your average biker in blue denim jeans, thick-soled boots and a long-sleeved shirt underneath the leather jacket, nothing special she tried to reason with her clutching ovaries, little traitorous bastards.

Some ties were hard to break, harder to severe, devastating to forget.

The devil couldn’t walk into a holy house and not expect a few flames.

He was a mortal man with more flaws than bones, shackled to a fantasy of his own nightmare making.

His little bit of a thing was an addiction he shared with no one.

His own personal siren nightmare. What else could it be when his body only sparked alive when it was her. She made his lungs work, his heart beat. It was a goddamn disease is what it was.

He wasn’t good. He was a goddamn cruel bastard.

He got the deviant joke loud and clear, the one about the biggest head case craving the taste of a psychiatrist. The little bit of a thing was smarter than most.