I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.

But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.

Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. "That little toothpick won't save you, Gypsy." "Touthpick?" Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero

Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.