Nothing cuts deeper than when another person says exactly what you're afraid to say out loud.

The ratman froze, staring at me. "Why are you laughing?" His voice held just a hint of unease. Good. I was hoping that the vampires would come for me soon and save me. You've got to admit that's funny.

Twenty-three stories up and all I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of the Angels if they wanted to, but if there were angels out there, they had to be flying blind.

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

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it’s not always your heart that betrays you.

Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead." "Ding dong, the witch is dead.