When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?

I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.

Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.