Like Most Creative People I Don't Fit

Rafael, The Rat King, Stared At The Carnage With Black-button Eyes. "she Is Dead." "ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead.

My Boyfriends Are All More Romantic Than I Am, And So Are My Lovers.

"i Was Just Offered A Contract On Your Life, For Enough Money To Make It Worth My While." It Was My Turn To Be Quiet. "did You Take It?" "would I Be Calling You If I Had?" "maybe," I Said. He Laughed. "true, But I'm Not Going To Take It." "why Not?" "friendship." "try Again," I Said. "i Figure I'll Get To Kill More People Guarding You. If I Take The Contract, I Only Get To Kill You." "comforting."

The Truth May Not Set You Free, But Used Carefully, It Can Confuse The Hell Out Of Your Enemies.

I Had Been Downright Paranoid All Afternoon, Aware Of Everyone Near Me. By The Time I Went For The Car, My Neck And Shoulders Were Knotted Into One Painful Ache. The Most Frightening Thing I'd Seen All Afternoon Had Been The Prices On The Designer Clothing.