You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you." So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?

Cormac interrupted. 'Maybe I oughta shoot you both, put you both out of your misery.

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

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

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.

Now, what does a vampire do with a computer? Keep track of investments? Send e-mail to other vampires as you all plot to take over the world?” “I spend a lot of time on Wikipedia making corrections to the entries of historical figures I’ve known.” I blinked at him. “Really?” “No, Kitty. That was a joke.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.