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.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be.

Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

A girl could never have too much jewelry or too much weaponry.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Peter