You either mellow at 30, or your head explodes - take your choice.

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death." - Jean-Claude

Mercy will get you killed, but sometimes it's all that makes us human.

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.

Hatred makes us all ugly.

I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.