There Are A Thousand Ways To Hurt

When You Dance With The Devil, It Might As Well Be A Devil Who Can Give You Your Own Corner Of Hell To Rule.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.

The Fey In This Country Keep To Themselves, And Are A Separate Nation, Much Like The American Indians, But With Even More Autonomy.

Every Relationship Is Messed Up. What Makes It Really Perfect Is If You Still Want To Be There When Things Suck.

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.