Regrets are about decisions that you know you should have done different.

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

He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.

We were U.S. Marshals. We hunted and killed the monsters. We did not run from them

How do you introduce boyfriend C to boyfriend A after boyfriend A has been such a good sport, of late, about boyfriend B, who is no longer in the picture?

Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.

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.