That's always been part of my goal - to show the dark side of women. Men write about bad men all the time, and they're called antiheroes.

I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

There's a dark side to everything.

It's always been said that comedy comes mostly out of the dark side anyway.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

There is a dark side to Allan Guthrie, but only at the weekends.