You Lie. Worse, You Lie Poorly.

Tears Aren't A Woman's Only Weapon.

Give Me A Good Sharp Knife And A Good Sharp Cheese And I’m A Happy Man.

I Did Not Do It. Yet Now I Wish I Had.’ He Turned To Face The Hall, That Sea Of Pale Faces. ‘i Wish I Had Enough Poison For You All. You Make Me Sorry That I Am Not The Monster You Would Have Me Be, Yet There It Is. I Am Innocent, But I Will Get No Justice Here.

It Had Been More Of A Wish, Actually, But It Sounded Better To Call It A Dream.

Her Lord Father Had Taught Her Never To Steal, But It Was Growing Harder To Remember Why.