United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn't. Wrath and Beth

After a moment the king said, "So be it." Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.

Is he Catholic?" her grandmother asked on the way out. He's a drug dealer -- so if he is religious, he's got incredible powers of reconciliation. "He looks like a good boy," her vovo said over her shoulder. "A good Catholic boy." And that was that -- for now.

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.

How can something so . . . huge happen so fast?