If I went in the cage, I was going to end up eaten alive. That was actually one of my top five ways not to die.

But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.

Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.

Who hit you?" "Why, so you can go beat him up?" "One of the fringe benefits of being my human servant is my protection." "I don't need your protection, Jean-Claude." "He hurt you." "And I shoved a gun into his groin and made him tell me everything he knew," I said.

Maybe you’re not willing to give up a lover who’s colder than you are.

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

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.