I Can’t Help Being A Gorgeous Fiend.

Obviously, A Writer Can't Know Everything About What She Writes. It's Impossible.

I Don't Believe In Anything, Mother," I Said. "you Told Armand Long Ago That You Believe You'll Find Answers In The Great Jungles And Forests; That The Stars Will Finally Reveal A Vast Truth. But I Don't Believe In Anything. And That Makes Me Stronger Than You Think

A Starving Child Is A Frightful Sight. A Starving Vampire, Even Worse.

My Own Funeral, I'd Like To Be Laid Out In A Coffin In My Own House. I Would Like My Coffin To Be Put In The Double Parlor, And I Would Like All The Flowers To Be White.

I Want To Be A Saint. I Want To Save Souls By The Millions. I Want To Do Good Far And Wide. I Want To Fight Evil! I Want My Life-sized Statue In Every Church. I'm Talking Six Feet Tall, Blond Hair, Blue Eyes-.wait A Second.do You Know Who I Am?