WORDS IN THE HEART CAN NOT BE TAKEN.
Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw. It was its tendency to bend at the knees.
Royalty was like dandelions. No matter how many heads you chopped off, the roots were still there underground, waiting to spring up again.
People said that there was one law for the rich and one law for the poor, but it wasn’t true. There was no law for those who made the law, and no law for the incorrigibly lawless.
People healed, books didn’t.
Only crimes could take place in darkness. Punishment had to be done in the light.
Just because someone’s a member of an ethnic minority doesn’t mean they’re not a nasty small-minded little jerk.
If you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.
I AM DEATH, NOT TAXES. I TURN UP ONLY ONCE.
Everyone’s got ancestors. Otherwise they wouldn’t be here.
Either All Days Are Holy, Or None Are. I Have Not Decided Yet.
