Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

He will not let you come barging in to his world like the proverbial bull in the china shop.

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

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

Anita can speak for herself," Richard said. Jean-Claude's attention flicked back to me. "That is certainly true. But I came to see how the two of you enjoyed the play." "And pigs fly," I said. "You don't believe me?" "Not hardly," I said.

I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.

What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own?