Etienne gave me lessons. Three of them. Then he said I was a menace and refused to teach me anything more for fear that I’d slice his head off.

That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.

I require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.

Failure to die is always appreciated.

Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

Hysteria takes too much energy to be maintained forever.

If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.