# Preacher (comics)

Preacher (1995–2000) was a comic book series created by writer Garth Ennis and artist Steve Dillon, published by the American comic book label Vertigo imprint of DC Comics, with painted covers by Glenn Fabry.

## Quotes

    Jesse: One look at their faces, and I could tell the Good Lord was using my prayers to wipe his ass.
   * The Time of the Preacher
    Tulip: The way I hear it, there's two good places to look for God: in church, or at the bottom of a bottle.
    Jesse: Maybe I'll go find a liquor store, then … 'cause lemme tell you, it sure as hell ain't church.
   * The Time of the Preacher
    Jesse: He wasn't so bad, for a beer-waterin' motherfucker.
   * The Time of the Preacher
   ** About Leonard, the bartender
    Jesse: You used to hate guns, Tulip.
    Cassidy: I know someone who doesn't.
    Jesse: Mm? Oh yeah.
    Tulip: Christ, do we have to talk about him?
    Cassidy: Well, he's a pretty big part of it, isn't he?
    Jesse: It's his voice that gets me … that crawling grinding whisper … spitting hell and ghosts and cobwebs in your ear …
   * The Time of the Preacher
   ** About the Saint of Killers
    Jesse: RAGE AND BLOW, YE CATARACTS AND HURRICANOES!
    "King Lear." Always wanted to say it.
   * First Contact
    Billy Baker aka Spaceman: So tell me somethin'. How come you shitheads never write?
   * The Land of Bad Things
   ** Visiting the Vietnam war memorial
    Jesse: I don't know if I told you, but I never really wanted to be a preacher …
    Tulip: No? What did you want to be, then?
    Jesse: Hell, girl. Can't you guess?
   * A Hell of a Vision
   * As the two ride off into the sunset
    Jesse: I don't get what I want, me an' these goofs're gonna get to watch a fat boy try to eat his own tits off – an' if that ain't an evening's entertainment, I don't know what is.
   * Iron in the blood
   ** To Allfather D'Aronique in Masada
    Herr Starr: Oh, well let me see: We had an angel, a whore, an eunuch, several dozen idiots, an unkillable mick, a one-man holocaust in a duster coat, the occasional twenty-course banquet for the mother of all fat fuckers, inbreeding, family feuds, bulimia, a retarded child (always good for a laugh), and the utter destruction of our most sacred shrine and secret retreat in the detonation of a fifty-ton bomb.
   * Gunchicks
   ** To Featherstone
    Devil: What was that you were saying about the coming century?
    Angel of Death: Well, if you think this one was bad – and it's not over yet – wait 'til you see what's coming next. The little mortal bastards come up with all manners of nastiness to use on each other.
    Devil: I was at Bull Run, and the Crimea, and I've seen what the British are doing with all those herds of niggers. You're not talking to some kind of beginner here …
    Angel of Death: Child's play. What about sixy thousand men mown down in an afternoon? Or a weapon that can vaporize a city? Or a factory set up just to kill? What about two wars that each drag in the whole wide world?
    Devil: Bollocks!
    Angel of Death: I'm serious. I've seen the plans.
   * Preacher Special: The Saint of Killers, no. 3
    The Saint of Killers: Not enough gun.
   * War in the Sun
   ** Stated after being hit with a nuclear missile