All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.
I worry that when you start quoting Machiavelli to justify your actions, you have ceased to be one of the good guys. No, quoting Nietzsche does that. Machiavelli is just cool.
Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.
Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn’t giving up at all, it’s growing up.
Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?
Illusion is sometimes all that keeps us sane.” – Anita.
I was caught between going yippy-skippy i get to play with them both, and running like hell.
Sometimes it’s not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it’s not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.
You may be a manipulative bastard sometimes, but you are our manipulative bastard.
I sounded like Horton the Elephant. “A person is a person no matter how small.” What the hell was I doing standing in the middle of a cave, in the dark, surrounded by wererats, quoting Dr. Seuss, and trying to kill a one-thousand-year-old vampire?
Sometimes the monsters are real, Anita. Sometimes they’re real and the only way to defeat them is to be the bigger monster.? – Chang Bibi to Anita.
Violence has to become a part of your thinking. It makes you cautious, suspicious as hell, and lengthens your life expectancy.
I just love dealing with people whose idea of sometimes is every thousand years,” I said.
Money doesn’t spend in hell, Wilkes. The devil deals in a different coin.
Very few people see their own actions as truly evil,... It is left to their victims to decide what is evil and what is not.
Never interrupt when you’re winning.
My least favorite thing was a man who had severe white-man’s ass, where the jeans just bagged over the butt. I wanted something to hold on to, something to sink my teeth into. When I said I liked meat on my men I didn’t just mean one thing.
Zerbrowski said, “I only ever understood one woman, and she was kind enough to marry me so I didn’t have to decipher anyone else.
Memphis and I both looked at Olaf, as if he’d spoken in tongues. I think neither of us had expected anything useful from the corpse fondling. Damn.
Revenge was always the easy part; the hard part was living with it afterward.