The Devil's Debt Quotes

“What can I say? Don’t be so shocked! I’m The Devil, you insufferable vagabond—it’s my prerogative to meddle and manipulate you dumb fucks into doing inconceivable acts you would otherwise convince yourself you weren’t capable of.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“In a stroke of kindness quite unnatural to my character, I held out a needle filled with poison and suggested that it would be enough to complete the mission.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“The satisfaction of a job well done was a distant feeling in his mind, overshadowed by a pang of tears he felt pushing at his eyes. He hadn’t cried since he was a child, and he couldn’t quite understand why the tears were coming now, but here they were, pushing through the prison bars of his self-deception, glistening his cold cheeks with evidence that he was human after all.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“Brian decided it was time to leave, fearing he might be identified as the culprit. He finished the last sip of his coffee, stood, zipped up his coat, and marched out of the café, turning the corner so he was out of sight of Mitchel’s suffering.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“Brain,”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“As Brian came around, it didn’t surprise him to see where he was or how he was bound. The oddest part of this situation was that Spencer’s family didn’t pay Brian much attention. Each ankle, each wrist, his waist and his chest were all tied to a retro wooden crossback dining chair, yet despite the presence of their captee, the guy’s pre-pubescent daughter was more interested in her iPad, and his wife was more interested in finding the right filter for her selfie on Instagram.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“Brain”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“Spencer caught his wrist like a ball that was all too easy to catch. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, looking at the knife in his hand. “Fuck, it’s got blood on it! You tryin’ to gimme aids?”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“He stopped at the front door. Paused. Looked up. Noticed the camera pointing at him. Turned back to the door, wondering whether he looked too conspicuous with his hood up. Finally it opened, and Spencer, clad in a designer tracksuit, gold chains, and a beer in his hand, stared expectantly at him. Brian returned Spencer’s stare, wondering what to do. “Well?” Spencer said. “Huh?” “My fucking package? What, you waitin’ to suck my cock first—where the fuck is it?” “Oh, right. Yeah.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“Gus Phillips was a cunt. There is no other way to put it. I know you probably get offended by the word—honestly, I feel the same about the word moist; it sends shivers down my body,”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“Your followers, your money, your life—all of it will go, and you will experience the death you deserved when that bus smashed your skull into your brain.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt

“Now, can we get on with this? I have a four o’clock I wish to attend to. We always butt fuck Jeffrey Dahmer on Christmas Eve, and I’d hate to miss it.”
― Rick Wood, The Devil's Debt