His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.

It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' " "Me, too," I said.

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.

I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.

Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But hey, I haven't ever met a Trophy Wife, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs.