Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.

What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

If you love someone, truly love them, you should never cause them pain. Never fill their eyes with something so close to grief.

Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?

Pretend I asked, now answer the question.

One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.