Refills are free,” the waitress tells us with a frown, like she’s hoping we’re not the kind of people who ask for endless refills. I am already pretty sure we are exactly those people.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

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

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.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.