The ratman froze, staring at me. "Why are you laughing?" His voice held just a hint of unease. Good. I was hoping that the vampires would come for me soon and save me. You've got to admit that's funny.

I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.

You don't smoke do you?" "No, why?" "They're afraid of fire." "Great, we're going to be eaten alive because neither of us smokes." I almost laughed. He sounded so thoroughly disgusted.

I sipped my own coffee, heavy on the sugar and cream, trying to make up for the late work the night before. Caffeine and sugar, the two basic food groups.

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

No such thing as a hard woman, Memphis,just soft men. With that, I turned, and the others followed me.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.