The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

What took you so long?” Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Will’s attaché case. “I walked to Jerusalem for the Bible. I knew you’d want an original,” Evie snapped.

Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.

Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.

When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?