Hate will keep you alive where love fails

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.

There’s something brittle in me that will break before it bends.

When you take a woman away from her man, what you get is a woman who can be taken away from her man.

Do you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.