It's Good Not To Be The Only

His Eyes Widened Just A Bit, His Lips Flexed. I Realized He Was Trying Not To Laugh. I Hate It When People Find My Threats Amusing.

I Wanted To Wipe The Grin Off His Face With A Fist. I Resisted The Urge. Who Says I Have No Self-control?

I'm More Influenced By My Own Interests Than Anyone Else's. Writers Have To Entertain Themselves, Or They Can't Entertain Anyone Else

And The Moment You Care That Much, A Man Has You. He Owns A Little Piece Of Your Soul, And He Can Beat You To Death With It.

Was A Clear, Pale Blue Like The Eyes Of A Siberian Husky Dog. Human Beings Just Didn't Have Eyes Like That.