That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.

I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.

Every ruler should strive for his people to love him. But if they cannot love you, then make them fear you. Love is better, but fear will do the job.

I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I'd told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that'd be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.