She Was A Sea: And I Had

Study Nothing Except In The Knowledge That You Already Knew It. Worship Nothing Except In Adoration Of Your True Self. And Fear Nothing Except In The Certainty That You Are Your Enemy's Begetter And Its Only Hope Of Healing.

At Best You Can Hold Death At Bay, You Can Pretend It Isn't There; But To Deny It Totally Is A Sickness. And I Think That Horror Fiction Is One Of The Ways To Approach These Problems, And, Perversely Perhaps, To Enjoy A Vicarious Confrontation With Them.

Mischief Nodded. 'it's True,' He Conceded. 'you're In The Company Of Eight World-class Thieves,' He Said, Not Without A Little Touch Of Pride. 'saints We Are Not.' But Then,' Said Deaux-deaux, 'who Is?' He Thought On This. 'besides Saints.

Walk With Care In Dark Places, And Do Not Put Your Faith In Anyone Who Promises You The Forgiveness Of The Lord Or A Certain Place In Paradise.

To Call You Excrement Would Be An Insult To The Product Of My Bowels.