Life’s a party. So smile and eat shit and pretend it’s fucking caviar.

Psychological imprisonment was no less uncomfortable than its physical counterpart. In some ways, it was even worse; it provided the illusion of physical freedom, but garnered none of the benefits of it.

Conquest was not satisfying if it began with a surrender.

…there was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.

I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn’t. It excites me. I am in Plato’s cave, watching the shadows and...

It ain’t polite to taste people. Shit.

The amount of sympathy you get from having an illness is paid out like a Ponzi scheme and psychiatric disorders are all the way at the bottom.

What do you want to do with your life, then?” is often the question I’m asked.To be honest, I don’t know. I really don’t.Mainly because I don’t see myself living long enough for that to...

In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.

Ça va. Nap time is over.

So you thought you could shit and eat at the same time. How disgustingly convenient.

Understanding did not provide solace or make the pain go away; in many ways, understanding was just more salt in the emotional wound. Ignorance allowed one to fight back with unfettered cruelty. Understanding inspired empathy,...

We don’t have dealings. He just stalks me. I’m popular like that.

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.

Keep calm. You have the forest in your blood.

I can’t believe it. He is sporting a bona fide erection in the middle of class. All because of me.In history you learn about entire kingdoms crumbling into chaos because of a woman—or, in some...

Snow.

She understood now why so many members of her kind died so young. It was possible to squeeze an entire lifetime of living into a single day: to live more, to feel more, in the...

If you don’t feel the same way about him, if you’re just leading him on, you need to tell him that. I’ve seen too many nice guys get shafted because a girl can’t get over...

I don’t know. They haven’t been in school for a while.

You may have bought my body, you may even have the papers to prove it, but don’t fool yourself into thinking for a moment that my heart and mind were included in the purchase.

Death is one lover who cannot be spurned.

We’re so concerned with the idea of what we ought to be that we fail to take into account the things that make us who we really are.

We’re all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.

Well blow me down with a solar flare.

Val had a horrific image of Lisa peering through a magnifying glass like a grotesquely teenybopper version of Nancy Drew — in jeggings.

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.