Rule One, Boy: Shoot First

Let Go Of Me, Celt, Or I’ll Rip Your Arm Off. And You Know What? I Don’t Care If I Lose Both Of Mine In The Process. That’s The Difference Between Us. Pain Is My Friend And Ally. You Fear It. (zarek)

Baby, I Ain't Trash. Trash Is Something You Throw Away. My People Keep Me.

Rocking Her Gently In His Arms, Wulf Wondered Which Of Them Had It Worse. The Mother Who Wouldn’t Live To See The Baby Grow, Or The Father Who Was Damned To Watch The Baby And All Those After Him Die.’ (wulf)

Every Person You Meet Is Waging His Or Her Own War Against A Callous Universe That Is Plotting Against Them.

You Know, You Say ‘not Exactly’ A Lot. You’re Not Exactly A Vampire. You’re Not Exactly From Scotland, And You’re Allergic To Daylight. What Else? (sunshine) I Hate Bran Muffins And Grass. (talon)