I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.

I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all over my toys. Jesus.

His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

Regrets are about decisions that you know you should have done different.

Jean-Claude gave a low theatrical bow, never taking his eyes from her. "After you, my sweet. A lady should always walk before a gentleman, never behind.

If I'd been easily discouraged, I could have been a one-hit wonder