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

I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

I didn't want to understand. Bert had been thrilled that the police wanted to put me on retainer. He told me I would gain valuable experience working with the police. All I had gained so far was a wider variety of nightmares.

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.

Who would have ever thought I'd be afraid of a zombie, any kind of zombie? Nicely ironic that.

Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.