Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies.

It feels like we're in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

I loved him, but love isn't enough. All the fairy tales, the romance novels, the soap operas; they're all lies. Love does not conquer all.

There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.

Neither love nor evil conquers all, but evil cheats more.

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.