“If I were a serial killer, I would not be the kind that stabs and then eats the victim. I would be the kind that hides in a tree and shoots at the aerobics class.”

“He would have been handsome—in a serial-killer kind of way—if not for those tattoos.”

“Let's go down to the basement." I didn't move. "How do I know you're not some kind of serial killer with a perverted sex dungeon down there?"He grinned at me. "Well...I'm not a serial killer.""So says you." I trudged down the carpeted staircase after him. "But Ted Bundy was apparently very popular in his day, and just so you know, I've got my keys in between my fingers right now, which means that if you try anything, I can totally punch you and stab you at the same time.”

“That we're not dealing with your ordinary serial killer. More the Twilight kind. And this one isn't a vegetarian.”

“There are two kinds of people who sit around all day thinking about killing people...mystery writers and serial killers. I'm the kind that pays better.”

“I am not your God. Or if I am, I'm no God you can seek out for deliverance or explanation. I'm the kind of God who would eat you without compunction if I were hungry.”