I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them.

And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it.

If you have a choice between extra makeup or extra weapons always take the weapons. Just the fact that you're debating between those two choices proves that you're going to need the weapons more.

Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them.