I've always assumed he'd be around to be, you know, yelled at and taken for granted. And of course I was wrong. Nobody's going to put up with that forever.

He snarled at me. "This isn't over yet, Betsy." "Excellent," I said. "I would also have accepted 'You haven't seen the last of me' and 'You'll regret this'.

We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

Interesting shade #23 Lush Golden Blonde highlights. Heyyyyyy.... The woman in the awful suit was me! The woman in the cheap shoes was me!

Did vampirism encourage Stockholm syndrome?

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.