But if anything will turn me off, it's a very practiced approach, as if the man has done it a thousand times before, to a lot of different women. Which always seems to imply that I am no different from all the rest. Not flattering.

He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.

You can't save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can't save anyone. Each person has to save himself first, then you can move in and help. I have found this philosophy does not work during a gun battle, or a knife fight either. Outside of that it works just fine.

Never argue with your characters; they know themselves better than you do

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?

If your life works, and you work in it, then it’s okay, whatever is happening is okay.