Thank God He Killed The Guy. Oh,

Like All Strong People, She Suffered Always A Measure Of Loneliness; She Was A Marginal Outsider, A Secret Infidel Of A Certain Sort.

I Can’t Help Being A Gorgeous Fiend. It’s Just The Card I Drew.

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

I Never Changed After That. I Sought For Nothing In The One Great Source Of Change Which Is Humanity. And Even In My Love And Absorption With The Beauty Of The World, I Sought To Learn Nothing That Could Be Given Back To Humanity. I Drank Of The Beauty Of The World As A Vampire Drinks. I Was Satisfied. I Was Filled To The Brim. But I Was Dead. And I Was Changeless.

I Never Knew What Life Was Until It Ran Out In A Red Gush Over Any Lips, My Hands!