If our legal counsel, Bob Rutherford, works for Satan, Satan should buy Bob a better toupee.

If our legal counsel, Bob Rutherford, works for Satan, Satan should buy Bob a better toupee.

Are you a man?'' The question slipped out, and she regretted it. Regretted injecting reality into this delicate, lovely dream of passion. ''I thought I had conclusively proved my manhood to you. Shall I do it again?

...the pain of the constant, bone-chilling loneliness she'd accustomed herself to. And learned to live with it.

If you cannot see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.

Because I want every breath you take to be empty unless you're close enough to smell me. Every word you speak to be unimportant unless it's to me. Every sound you hear empty unless it's my voice. I want you to remember that whatever pleasure you have from now on, you'll have it from me. ~Rurik Wilder~

...the haunted always take refuge in stillness.