My Hatred Notwithstanding, I Had To Admit

Theyʹre Shooting At Us,ʺ I Said Incredulously. ʺtheyʹre Actually Shooting At Us!

God Might Work On Mysterious Ways, But Hell Worked On Efficient Ones.

He Shook His Head In Mock Sympathy. "i Tell You, Sage. Sometimes I Think I Am The One Who Needs To Take Out The Restraining Order On You.

Worry About Staying Alive First. Then Worry About How You're Going To Live.

I’d Seen Him Fight Before, But It Never Got Old. He Was Captivating. He Never Stopped Moving. Every Action Was Graceful And Lethal. He Was A Dancer Of Death.