Different Isn't Evil, It's Just

Who Hit You?" "why, So You Can Go Beat Him Up?" "one Of The Fringe Benefits Of Being My Human Servant Is My Protection." "i Don't Need Your Protection, Jean-claude." "he Hurt You." "and I Shoved A Gun Into His Groin And Made Him Tell Me Everything He Knew," I Said.

I Tried To Picture A Young, Insecure Edward And Couldn't, But It Was Nice To Know That Once He'd Been A Boy. Sometimes It Felt Like Edward Had Sprung Full Grown From The Head Of Some Violent Deity,like A Vicious Version Of Athena.

Heroes Don't Get Anything But Dead.

Silk Didn't Care If It Slid Over Scars Or Smooth, Untouched Skin. I'd Earned My Right To Be Paranoid.

Anyone Who Tells You Size Doesn't Matter Has Been Seeing Too Many Small Knives.