Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you.

There is some comfort in killing that which has hurt you, but it is cold comfort. It'll destroy things inside of you that the original pain wouldn't have harmed. Sometimes it's not a question of whether a piece of your soul is going to go missing, only which piece it's going to be.

I thought of several alec smart remarks, but you should humor crazy people when you're at their mercy; it's a rule.

I knew what was like to finally be seduced by the thing you hunted. Mine just happened to be a more traditional seduction. Okay, at least I was still among the living.

When in doubt, ignore and be horribly unimpressed

Compromise is an imperfect act.