Anyone who tells you size doesn't matter has been seeing too many small knives.

Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.

I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. -Anita

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.

I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.