My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

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.

Zerbrowski said, "I only ever understood one woman, and she was kind enough to marry me so I didn't have to decipher anyone else.

Neither love nor evil conquers all, but evil cheats more.

Guarantees are for major appliances, not for murder.

Most of the monsters... are based on some sort of mythology. Every culture and even some geographical areas have monsters and mythology that is their own.

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.