Not dating is a choice, not a failure.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

You did not bring down two of the royal guard in an unceremonious heap because the woman in the middle tripped.

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

One serial killer sends me a human head in a box, and I get all spooked; Go figure.