He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

Apparently it was unethical for lawyers to sleep with their clients. This from a man who offered legal representation to assassins.

It doesn’t bother you that your canine brethren are being paraded around show rings like slaves?” “My canine brethren?” I said. “I don’thave any canine brethren.” “How can you say that! You’re a werewolf.” “That’s right. I’m a werewolf, not a poodle. What makes you think I have any kinship with dogs?

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.

... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.