There are monsters among us. There always have been and there always will be. I’ve known that ever since I can remember, just like i’ve always known I was one.

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way into my very center, I couldn’t tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part.

Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

The guy had guts—I had to give him that. Later on I was hoping for a first-hand look at them.