When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I’ll be first in line.

Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason.

Most creatures run when they sense danger. People grab a six-pack and a folding chair.

how are they going to get me?”). Persecution becomes inevitable, inescapable. And once you get into the victim mindset, you’re fucked. The bullies don’t even need to hurt you now; your poor, warped, pathetic brain...

You would do well to guard your tongue, lest it be stricken from you.

I’m sorry I missed the meeting and hurt your little feely-weels okay?

Not all poison was bitter. Some of the deadliest poisons in the world tasted sweet; they were that much more dangerous because of it.

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

You are the playground of which I have free reign.

Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

Maybe in a way all living things are like flickering flames in a precarious night, always on the verge of being extinguished. Whether we kindle slowly but steadily, or go out in a brilliant burst...

One doesn’t need to be taught fear when one is the hunted.

That’s life. Life is the ultimate game, and its rules were made to be broken

Power is a fickle mistress, easy to seduce, but even easier to lose. That’s how it works. One moment she is your closest confidant, whispering the secrets of the universe into your ear; the next,...

Oh, I am. You haven’t experienced fun until you try to fuck in the front seat of a Civic.

Without ethics, science would be cruelty.

If I catch you, I might do anything. I might strip the skin from your bones as I drain you dry. Or I might drag you into my chambers and have you pleasure me in...

That’s how it started: a series of small hurts and excuses between two people that built up slowly, widening over time to form a vast and yawning divide.

Now there’s a girl I don’t want to mess with’ — or at least, that’s what I would think if I had a chronic fear of freakishly nice people.

Knowledge is a rope, and you’re weaving a noose out of it. Leave some slack for the enemy.

It’s like an itch, isn’t it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

People rarely ventured outside the realm of their own hurts. They believed their own suffering was obvious to all, but might as well have been wearing blinders for all that they noticed anyone else’s.

Since when did psychiatry become one big, fat Myspace survey?

I never felt truly helpless.

Go make love to a tube sock.

If one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing one’s cell.

That’s what I fear: being subtracted from myself. Negation. Forced against my will to become a beast.

In some ways blowjobs are better than sex because when you have a mouthful of cock you can’t make snide comments.

Come closer, my dears, let me give you a warning,Of the fate that befalls those who stay out past morning,In the darkest hours before the dawn,When witches roam and demons spawn,And children die with spirit...

Now she knew living was just a brief hiatus, a blip really, in the infinite line of nothingness that composed that shadowy realm of the unknown. It could stop at any time.

Vampires are fond of their games. But the games that They play are different than the variants that I’m familiar with. The rules were made to be bent, broken, shattered—and somebody always gets hurt.Always.

I know what it is to want something that could destroy you.

Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was...

Fuck your manners.””You don’t have to settle for just my manners.

I was supposed to be powerless, and as a result they failed to see that I possessed claws.

Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question.

Sleeping is terrifying.When you close your eyes and surrender your consciousness to the void, you lose yourself—voluntarily—and you’re trustingly assuming you’ll find yourself back out of the labyrinth again.Usually you do.But sometimes you don’t.It’s that...

He acted like a libertine of Europe with a genteel Southern propriety—and had all the morals of an emotionless psychopath. The two former masked the latter, like leaves covering a snare. You didn’t notice the...

All friends have secrets. We’re like three-dimensional shapes on paper; we all have hidden sides. And there’s some secrets we don’t even reveal to ourselves.

Why do women always feel they have to settle for less?

She seemed like the kind of woman who would fall in love with the sky.

I finally understood what could drive kids to show up with guns and shoot up their schools.

People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone.

You couldn’t find your dick in the dark, you scheming, sleaze-mongering scumwad.

Why did this keep happening? Why her? Perhaps there was some pheromone certain people omitted, perceivable only on a wavelength unique to those individuals who preyed on them.

You wanted to see me, Professor?

Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else’s fantasy isn’t nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.

You can lie in any language on earth, and body language is no exception.

When mothers warn their daughters about all the cold nasty men out there who will only break their tender little hearts, I’m the one they’ve got in mind because I’m the one who broke their...

There is no redemption in a cruel man’s love.