Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn’t giving up at all, it’s growing up.

We are not created equal in talent. But the place where we are least equal is the heart. You can work at a talent, take lessons, but love, love either works or it doesn't. You love someone or you don't. You can't change it. You can't undo it.

I have no personal stake in these people, Jean-Claude, but they are people. Good, bad, or indifferent, they are alive, and no one has the right to just arbitrarily snuff them out.” "So it is the sanctity of life you cling to?" I nodded. “That and the fact that every human being is special. Every death is a loss of something precious and irreplaceable.

If your life works, and you work in it, then it’s okay, whatever is happening is okay.

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

He had this old southern idea of what a lady should be. A lady should not carry a gun and spend most of her time covered in blood and corpses. I had two words for that attitude. Yeah, those are the words.

I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.