In The Chapel You Prayed To Be

How Pathetic It Is To Describe These Things Which Can't Truly Be Described.

To Write Something, You Have To Risk Making A Fool Of Yourself.

Evil Is Always Possible. Goodness Is A Difficulty.

...what Was The Good Of Being A Movie Werewolf? You Howled At The Moon; You Couldn't Remember What You Did, And Then Somebody Shot You.

Curses Of Vanished Elders Echoed Down On Me; Too Pretty, Too Soft, Too Pale, Eyes Far Too Full Of The Devil, Ah, That Devilish Smile