He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.

He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.

Morals aren't just for when it's easy, Anita. They aren't morals if you throw them aside every time it's convenient.

So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.

If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.