You Awful Hard To Kill, Anita.' 'there's

There Is Some Comfort In Killing That Which Has Hurt You, But It Is Cold Comfort. It'll Destroy Things Inside Of You That The Original Pain Wouldn't Have Harmed. Sometimes It's Not A Question Of Whether A Piece Of Your Soul Is Going To Go Missing, Only Which Piece It's Going To Be.

Nicky Looked Down At Me With A Knowledge On His Face That He Was Holding The Monster In His Arms. I'd Have Comforted Him, But It Would Have Been All Lies.

She Was Just That Shiver That Makes You Walk Faster At Night. You Don't Know Why You Do It, But Some Part Of You Remembers That The Dark Is Never Really Empty. ~anita

Anything Under Size Five Isn't A Woman. It's A Boy With Breasts.

You Awful Hard To Kill, Anita.' 'there's A First Time, Luther, And That's All It Takes.