Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.

He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her how much she had come to mean to him. She could destroy him with her rejection. If she had feigned her feelings for him - if he'd bought into her lies and her quest for freedom... He wasn't sure what he would do. He could hurt her.

They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

Some stories aren't black and white.

People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.

Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.