One serial killer sends me a human head in a box, and I get all spooked; Go figure.

Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two.

I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.

Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure.

Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't think so." "She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us." Edward raised his eyebrows at me. "What is going on, Anita?" "I think I've been adopted," I said.

Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don't have can be--Sholto

Hatred makes us all ugly.