The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground.

You can't abandon life just because it's scary, and just because you get hurt.

Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, "You are an untidy person.

I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children.

My main source for faith-based stuff is mostly the Bible, and a childhood with a much, much higher-than-median exposure to theological thought.

If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.