Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

Always take the most unexpected route

That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.

Loneliness is like a big, empty room inside you that echoes with the sounds of the life you're not living.

So many things in language can never be known or settled or explained, except by custom.

People grow up by living.

For most of the history of the American empire, government has been a tool for preserving and furthering the power and might of white male corporate elites.

If you find that a point cannot be made without narration, it is virtually certain that the point is unimportant to the story (which is to say, to the audience).

The outrages of the powerful, the insolence of the rich, scorn of the proud, and malice of the uncharitable, all beating against the broken spirit of the unfortunate.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

The more technique there is, the less there is

If you read three books a day you couldn't read all the poetry that's being published.