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. Did that sound hopeless? It didn’t feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt – real.
Friends don’t count the cost of favors.
I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petit woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you – that you would save yourself.
Never argue when you’re winning.
If I let you get killed, the other body guards will make fun of me.
You can’t save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can’t save anyone. Each person has to save himself first, then you can move in and help. I have found this philosophy does not work during a gun battle, or a knife fight either. Outside of that it works just fine.
Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn’t I choose the lesser good?
One thing I’ve learned about vampires – they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that’ll eat your eyeballs if you’re not paying attention.
I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.
Sticks and stones will break your bones, but failure will get you killed.
Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won’t tell, I won’t.
The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies.
Every relationship is messed up. What makes it really perfect is if you still want to be there when things suck.
I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.
A flower may be beautiful all on its own, but a person is never truly beautiful unless someone’s eyes show him that he is beautiful.
Death didn’t bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.
I’d been willing to kill for the people I loved for a very long time; now I had to start living for them.
I’d never met coffee that wasn’t wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.
What is it about her that is so goddamned special?
His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.