Focus, Amy. Just because he looked great in the saddle did not mean he wasn't an axe murderer.

Screw you, John." "Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings.

Focus, Amy. Just because he looked great in the saddle did not mean he wasn't an axe murderer.

My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction.

You're not hurt, are you?" "Only my delicate sensibilities.

She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I was the bringer of kibble.

I was generally pro-bat, except when I was trekking through the dark trying not to think about the dire fate of every horror movie character stupid enough to go into the dark with a flashlight and check the fuses.