I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petit woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you - that you would save yourself.

Compromise is an imperfect act.

Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.” “I thought you'd chase cars,” I said. He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.

I just love dealing with people whose idea of sometimes is every thousand years,” I said.

Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

Never argue when you're winning.

Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.