Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.

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

Revenge is simply justice with teeth.

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.

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

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