Truth Could Be Violent, Could Strip You

Self-doubt Is A Self-fulfilling Prophecy.

What's Your Name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, Missed You At The Wienie Roast.

I Kissed Him On The Cheek And Left To Find Bobby Lee. Him, I Trusted To Be In The Line Of Fire. But It Was More Than That: I Wasn't Sleeping With Bobby Lee. I Didn't Love Him. Sometimes Love Makes You Selfish. Sometimes It Makes You Stupid. Sometimes It Reminds You Why You Love Your Gun.

Personally I Didn't Believe God Had A Private Torture Chamber. Hell Was Being Cut Off From God, Cut Off From His Power, His Energy, Him.

I Tended To Be Hard On The Egos Of A Certain Kind Of Men. The Ones Who Normally Swept Women Off Their Feet Had Never Moved Me Much, Because I'd Always Felt That If They Swept Me Off My Feet They'd Practiced On A Lot Of Women Before Me, And Would Practice More With Women After Me. I'd Rarely Been Wrong On That. ~anita Blake