Is this a private fight, or can anyone join?

Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.” “I thought you'd chase cars,” I said. He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.

Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It's like evil magical Tupperware -- it stays fresh forever.

The only good enemy is a dead enemy.

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

I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I'd told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that'd be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties.

Why is it that most things you might willingly do under other circumstances become distasteful when you have no choice?