There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.

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.

I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be.

If you can't impress yourself, then no one else really matters.

Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.

I have no personal stake in these people, Jean-Claude, but they are people. Good, bad, or indifferent, they are alive, and no one has the right to just arbitrarily snuff them out.” "So it is the sanctity of life you cling to?" I nodded. “That and the fact that every human being is special. Every death is a loss of something precious and irreplaceable.