Well?” he asked, smiling devilishly. “I promise, I won’t hurt you, Nikki. In fact, I imagine you’ll enjoy my company, tremendously.”
I let out a ragged sigh and nodded.
He stared at my mouth. “I’d like to hear you say it.”
I cleared my throat. “Come in, Ethan.

He paused for a minute and I could feel him trembling. “I love you,” he whispered against my skin and then his teeth, broke through.

All children are morbid: it's their one saving grace.

I'm La Flame at all times. That, at times, can be bad, at times can be good.

Prior to the age of telegraphy, the information-action ratio was sufficiently close so that most people had a sense of being able to control some of the contingencies in their lives. What people knew about had action-value. In the information world created by telegraphy, this sense of potency was lost, precisely because the whole world became context for news. Everything became everyone's business. For the first time, we were sent information which answered no question we had asked, and which, in any case, did not permit the right of reply.

Si je dois mourir dans cette belle vie, je veux que ça soit fait par tes belles mains.