If evil had a laugh, she thought it would sound like his.

I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn't. It excites me. I am in Plato's cave, watching the shadows and fraught with the desire to hunt what casts them.

You are fifty different kinds of twisted.""Only fifty? Val, you wound me.

There was nothing that fascinated the public quite like a beautiful man with an ugly soul.

Sometimes evil didn't need an excuse. Sometimes evil just was.