...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

I'm a very neat monster.

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.

First things first has always been my motto, mostly because it makes absolutely no sense - after all, if first things were second or third, they wouldn't be first things, would they? Still, cliches exist to comfort the feeble minded, not to provide any actual meaning.