If you keep a gun in your purse, you get killed, because no woman can find anything in her purse in under twelve minutes. It's a rule.

I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all over my toys. Jesus.

He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. “Me too,” he said.

Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker.

There are things that can harm a lot more than physically.

If I let you get killed, the other body guards will make fun of me.

Most women complain that there are no single, straight men left. I’d just like to meet one who’s human.