I Think Like A Detective.

He's No More Human Than I Am, Ma Petite." At Least I'm Not Dead." That Can Be Remedied.

I Turned Down Halloween Parties Every Year, Where People Wanted Zombies Raised At The Stroke Of Midnight Or Some Such Nonsense. The Scarier My Reputation Got, The More People Wanted Me To Come Be Scary For Them. I'd Told Bert I Could Always Go And Threaten To Shoot All The Partygoers, That'd Be Scary. Bert Had Not Been Amused. But He Had Stopped Asking Me To Do Parties.

When In Doubt, Ignore And Be Horribly Unimpressed

He Was Twenty. I Remembered Twenty. I'd Known Everything At Twenty. It Took Me Another Year To Realize I Knew Nothing. I Was Still Hoping To Learn Something Before I Hit Thirty, But I Wasn't Holding My Breath.

And The Moment You Care That Much, A Man Has You. He Owns A Little Piece Of Your Soul, And He Can Beat You To Death With It.