Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.

You're screening your calls?" "Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots." "Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl. "You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)

Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

They're fanatics. It's like expecting humanity from a falling rock. It's not going to have a fit of compassion and not crack your skull open.

All men are liars. All women are liars, too.