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.

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?

His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.

Never interrupt when you're winning.

I should not have to flirt with someone while I'm trying to threaten someone else with a gun; it was too hard to do both.

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.