Stubborn, snarly male.

Words lie. Blood doesn't.

Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.

Is there some kind of rule for when Sam should be a boy and when he's a Wolf?" "A Wolf lifts his leg and yellows up the snow. A boy has to use the toilet." "And that will work?" "Only if he needs to pee.

Everything has a price. It's just what your willing to pay for it.

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It's the evil among us who rule now.