There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.

It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.