I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.

Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.