I Think Like A Detective.

He Had This Old Southern Idea Of What A Lady Should Be. A Lady Should Not Carry A Gun And Spend Most Of Her Time Covered In Blood And Corpses. I Had Two Words For That Attitude. Yeah, Those Are The Words.

I Used To Think I Knew What Was Right And What Was Wrong, And Who The Good Guys Are, And Who The Bad Guys Are. Then The World Got Very Gray, And I Didn't Know Anything For A Long Time

I Hate Being Awake At Three In The Morning. It Is The Godforsaken Heart Of Darkness When The Body Runs Slow, And The Brain Runs Slower, And All You Want To Do Is Sleep. But I Had Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Could Sleep. Or At Least A Couple Of Miracles To Perform Before I Could Go To Bed.

Hatred Makes Us All Ugly.

And Your Excuse?' I Asked. 'i'm A Sociopath; I Don't Have To Be Nice,' Nicky Said. I Gave Him A Look. 'you're Mad At Him.i Can Feel It; Which Means I Really Don't Have To Be Nice To Him.' 'i Thought You Were Friends.' 'what Part Of Sociopath Didn't You Understand?' He Asked.