We Hate Most In Others What We

My Right Hand Was Sort Of Casually Near My Gun, Without Looking Like I Was Reaching For My Gun. It Wasn't Easy. Reaching For A Gun Usually Looks Like Reaching For A Gun. No One Seemed To Notice Though. Goody For Our Side.

That Kiss Was Really Nice You Know Before You...bit Me, But It Was Still Nice.

A Girl Could Never Have Too Much Jewelry Or Too Much Weaponry.

I Try To Be A Good Cop. I Try To Be A Good Little Soldier And Follow Orders Up To A Point. But In The End I’m Not Really A Cop, Or A Soldier. I Am A Legally Sanctioned Murderer. I Am The Executioner.

There Comes A Point When You Either Embrace Who And What You Are, Or Condemn Yourself To Be Miserable All Your Days. Other People Will Try To Make You Miserable; Don't Help Them By Doing The Job Yourself.