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

I'd been willing to kill for the people I loved for a very long time; now I had to start living for them.

Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.

One serial killer sends me a human head in a box, and I get all spooked; Go figure.