Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

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.

The poor stay poor here because they do not save enough.

Sometimes moments in life are so perfect you want to freeze frame them

She enjoys a fight for survival.

Hmmm... that's interesting.""What?""There seems to be a gentleman walking towards us with a shotgun.

I love networking. But I learned to love it

I don't want to be all worthy about it, but I don't do red carpets, I don't do events and I don't accept freebies that much.

Don't borrow trouble. The interest is too high.

The Buddha never taught a sectarian religion; he taught Dhamma - the way to liberation - which is universal.

You've got to separate the singer and the songs.