Emmerich's heart in his throat, he could only stare down at Monica, who looked up at him with glassy eyes as she shivered with pain and choked on blood.

Oh-ho, so you are a witch. More like a witchling, as you're too small to be a full witch.” (Emmerich)

Unclean life is ungodliness.

The beautiful illusion of fiction is that everything makes sense and that there was a purpose, that there was a point to it all. And that's the best possible lie because it may even be true.

I continually still fight every day for my life, not only still battling mental health problems but battling multiple sclerosis, which also has depression as one of its side effects.

Whatever makes your balloon red, Swopes.

Not to be miserable is all some people are capable of.

You never ask why you've been fired because if you do, they're liable to tell you.

To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

I was good at being a doctor; my patients liked me. At times people trust you with things they wouldn't tell their spouses. It was a real privilege.

Romania is an interesting place because I think it has been abused, on so many different levels.

We are cooling. We are not warming. The warming you see out there, the supposed warming, and I use my finger quotation marks here, is part of the cooling process.