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?

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. "Thank you for believing in me " I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn't.

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.

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.

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.