Hell-Bent for Leather/Quotes

Everything About Fiction You Never Wanted to Know.


You know the truth of my past? Then tell me, who am I? Why am I here? And why do I feel so very comfortable in leather?

Black as night, faster than a shadow
Crimson flare from the raging sun
An exhibition of sheer precision

Yet no one knows from where he comes

I don't like leather, I love leather. There's nothing better than shooting an animal,
chopping off its head, stringing it up, strippin' the skin from its carcass with a curved knife,
boiling its hide, dipping it, treating it with chemicals, stretching it,

and making it into a garment for a fine lady such as yourself.
Leatherman, Saturday Night Live

Friday night, dressed to kill, hell bent for the show

Shiny leather like a second skin, ready for the first row
Running Wild, "Raise Your Fist"