There is some comfort in killing that which has hurt you, but it is cold comfort. It'll destroy things inside of you that the original pain wouldn't have harmed. Sometimes it's not a question of whether a piece of your soul is going to go missing, only which piece it's going to be.

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.

I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum.

Therapy can get you only so far with exorcising your childhood nightmares; after that it's willpower, and you, and people you can trust to hold your hand along the way.

A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.

murder takes presedence over watching my boyfriend strip" -ID, Anita to Nathaniel

was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.