Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem.

I'm not going to apologize for the way I've led my life.

As the situation developed, the futility of attempting suicide in the middle of a hospital became apparent.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on. She had also learned that every time she tried to make someone aware of something in her life, the situation just got worse. Consequently it was up to her to solve her problems by herself, using whatever methods she deemed necessary.

There are no innocents. There are, however, different degrees of responsibility.

I know what kind of things I myself have been irritated by in detective stories. They are often about one or two persons, but they don't describe anything in the society outside.

Don't exaggerate. Just give your natural bitchy selves full rein