I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When

That Was The Problem With Loving People: It Made You Weak. It Made You Need Them. It Made The Thought Of Not Having Them The Worst Thing In The World.

Should I Eat First Or Accuse The Master Of The City Of Murder? Choices, Choices. -anita

Death Cures All Ills. Well, Most Of Them.

I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When I Lie.

If You're Dressed For My Funeral, It's Too Casual. If It's Just Street Clothes, Then You Must Be Scaring The Tourists.