No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.

Some men are too dull to feel what might happen. Others torture themselves with maybes and populate their dreams with horrors more terrible than their worst enemy could inflict upon them.

I've always felt that the placement of a man's testicles is an eloquent argument against intelligent design.

It was a defeat, resorting to crude threats in a game of subtlety, but sometimes one must sacrifice a battle to win the war.

I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.

Cowards make the best torturers. Cowards understand fear and they can use it

No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.