That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

When I was younger, I'd wanted someone to promise me that things would work out and nothing bad would ever happen again. But I understood now that that was a child's wish. No one could promise that. No one. The grown-ups could try, but they couldn't promise, not and mean it.

I should not have to flirt with someone while I'm trying to threaten someone else with a gun; it was too hard to do both.

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

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

I would rather you love me, but if not love, fear will do.

So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.