She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death." - Jean-Claude

I had been downright paranoid all afternoon, aware of everyone near me. By the time I went for the car, my neck and shoulders were knotted into one painful ache. The most frightening thing I'd seen all afternoon had been the prices on the designer clothing.

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

She doesn't understand what she's asking, Jean-Claude said. No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather thy and fail than regret having never tried at all.

Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. -Anita

What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.