"Daemons. They don't stop working. They are always active. They seduce. They manipulate. They own us! And even though you're with me, even though i created you, it makes no difference. We all must deal with them alone. The best we can hope for... The only silver lining in all of this... is that when we break through, we find a few familliar faces waiting on the other side."

"There's a saying. The devil's at his strongest when we're looking the other way, like a program running in the background silently, while we're busy doing other shit. Daemons, they call them. They perform action without user interaction. Monitoring, logging, notifications. Primal urges, repressed memories, unconscious habits. They're always there, always active. We can try to make a difference, but it's all bullshit. 'Cause intentions are irrelevant. They don't drive us. Daemons do. And me? I've got more than most."

"Look in the mirror. See that badass bitch? That's the only person you should ever worry about."

"Look, man, you... you might be able to hide it from these nerds, but I know a junkie when I see one. In your condition, you ain't gonna do Jack or Jill except puke your brains out or give hand jobs for another high."

"I know I slipped, but I'm about to change the world. I'm about to change the world."

"We don't plan our path. I mean, we just kind of wing it and see where the moment takes us."

Angela: "You're not worried?"
Shayla: "Worried about what?"
Angela: "I don't know. I always get worried before starting a new job."
Shayla: "No. I am definitely not worried. Worry's a waste of time. I mean, shit didn't work out at one job, so I got another. That's all! You worry a lot, don't you?"
Angela: "Yeah."