"Aw, man! Why does this keep happenin' to me? Oh, it was sooo perfect [the Giant-headed Baseball-bat boy costume], now it's ruined! [Max comes through the doorway] Aw, no! No way!"

"[Shooting his Ingram at Vlad] Die, Russian! Fuckin' die already!"

"No no no no no PAYNE WHADDYA DOIN?!! WHADDYA DOIN?!!! Those are priceless collectors items! Payne, whaddaya doin'?! Aww shit! Ohh..."

"The Pink Flamingo: [on TV] .mirrors are more fun than television"

"The Pink Flamingo: [on TV] .she has dyed her hair red"

"The Pink Flamingo: [on TV] .the flesh of fallen angels"

"They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was over."

"They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was all over. The storm seemed to lose its frenzy. The ragged clouds gave way to the stars above. A bit closer to heaven."

"No begging, no bribes. She knew better. Honor among killers; we who are about to die. Both of us knew how this would end: in pain and suffering."

"It's ridiculous you've made it this far."

"Valkyr had been meant to be a white-winged maiden who would lift you to a warrior's heaven. But it had turned out to be a one-way demon ride to hell. The devil was in the drug. I knew. I had met him."

"Mine wasn't the most original approach to the problem, it wasn't as if it hadn't all been done before-- An eye for an eye, the first principle of revenge, old as dirt, still going strong. The cardinal rule in going after someone with an intention to kill was not to make it personal, which it almost always ended up being anyway."

"I had dreamed of revenge. Those dreams were always nightmares, of coming close and then failing. Now I was close. I had a name to guide me. Nicole Horne. I had nothing to lose."

"When the darkness fell, New York City became something else, any old Sinatra song notwithstanding. Bad things happened in the night, on the streets of that other city. Noir York City."

"I hadn't slept in a million years."

"Project . V for V for Valhalla. All of a sudden it read like a crackpot conspiracy theory."

"I had taken on the role of the mythic detective: Bogart as Marlowe, or as going after the Maltese Falcon, to unravel all the mysteries. Following a path of clues to that final revelation, even if it would take me down to the cold, cavernous depths of a grave."

"I was close enough to hear the secrets just beyond the next doorway."

"Staggering on the mill roof in ice and snow and wild wind, I was a ninja. My kung fu was strong. I wasn't kidding anyone. At best, I was Superman on kryptonite, about to fall through a skylight, down to where it was all going down."

"I was in a computer game. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of."

"I was in a graphic novel. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of."

"Take me to Cold Steel."

"Punchinello was a pushover. The moment I stepped into the room he folded like a deuce before a royal flush."

"The numbing cold of the broken night had followed me in. Upstairs the trio tangoed down the manor halls to the silent rhythm of their murderous hearts, the blood of their victims rust on their lips."

"No lurked in this labyrinth, but somewhere out there, on the clanking deck of his cargo freighter, the skipper of the was waiting..."

"None of us was a saint."

"Shoot 'em fulla holes, blow 'em to bits, vaporize 'em, disintegrate 'em, no matter whatchu do, they'll still be back, good as new."

"The nightmare was always the same. Violent shapes moving in darkness, old and ugly. The killer's mad laughter was a riddle filled with wicked innuendo. Somewhere the baby was crying."

"I had known there'd have to be a catch in it somewhere, and this one was the Empire State Building of catches. [...] Lupino was pumped up and dying to go 15 rounds with a mutant alligator."

"Secrets... living under the skin of reality. I've seen it, the corruption of flesh! I'm the wolf! Yeah! I am the wolf! It's close. It's coming. You have come. The witness to the end of time. It's now! I will rise to her side! I don't need the words! I'm beyond the words!"

"After the end of the world had become a cliché. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil, out to right a grave injustice. Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliché when it's happening to you."

", , , , , , , Hela... Blood given to you all... He was after that old - your soul for power and fortune, just sign on the dotted line with your blood."

"The flesh of fallen angels."

", the end of the Viking world with a terrible winter that covered the Earth in ice, when vile crimes were rampant and all humanity lost. I could see how someone impressionable might get it into their head that we were at the end of time."

"Ragna Rock was as inviting as a headache, flickering and flashing to a machine gun beat. The belly of the nightclub was a gothic theme park that began with bondage games, and led to the nasty stuff from there-- As subtle with its dark message as a cop killer bullet through the heart. Like father, like son. Just like Jack Lupino."

"I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings."

"Gognitti bailed. I made like Chow Yun-Fat."

"A bomb went off, turning snow into liquid gold. (...) It was a lucky break. The goons inside were spooked, but luck always came with a price tag."

"The word was out. A deadly virus released into the city's corrupt circulatory system. Something wicked this way comes. Max Payne at large."

"So much for being subtle."

"The feeling hit me like a point-blank shot straight in the face: something was not right about this. My Beretta stirred nervously under my coat... But the train doors had already shut behind me, and I was in for the ride. Next stop: Roscoe Street Station."

"The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding. I didn't like the way the show started. But they had given me the best seat in the house. Front row center."

"Life was good. The sun setting on a sweet summer's day, the smell of freshly mowed lawns, the sounds of children playing-- A house across the river, on the Jersey-side. A beautiful wife and a baby girl. The American Dream come true. But dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're not looking."

"See? My last smoke. It's bad for the baby."