Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches not look OCD.

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

Even I don't know what you're doing, and I know everything.

Turn it off," Ryodan says without even looking at me. "You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

An ait a bhfuil do chroi is ann a thabharfas do chosa thu.(your feet will bring you to where your heart is.)