The only good enemy is a dead enemy.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

What's your name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

But if anything will turn me off, it's a very practiced approach, as if the man has done it a thousand times before, to a lot of different women. Which always seems to imply that I am no different from all the rest. Not flattering.

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.

I'd killed him in the end, but revenge only makes things all better in the movies. In real life, once the villain is dead the trauma lives on inside the victims.

I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But I couldn't lie.