Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.

I'll do my bit tonight, but forgive me if it's a little harder to keep going than normal. Forgive me if I'm not superwoman after all." "Not superwoman?" he exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest in mock surprise. "You've lied to me all these years!

Sometimes you deal with the devil not because you want to, but because if you don't, someone else will.

I always treated writing as a profession, never as a hobby. If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.

Knock your bad self out.

Tell that to the BTK killer,” I said. “He was a churchgoer, raised two kids, married, and resisted the urge to kill for decades. He was a person, but he was a monster, too

I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me.