You Just Have To Trust Your Own

Three Is The Number Of Those Who Do Holy Work; Two Is The Number Of Those Who Do Lover's Work; One Is The Number Of Those Who Do Perfect Evil Or Perfect Good.

She Had Opened A Door... And Now She Was Walking With Demons. And At The End Of Her Travels, She Would Have Her Revenge... Pain Had Made A Sadist Of Her.

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.

That Which Is Imagined Can Never Be Lost.

We Burn So Hard, But We Shed So Little Light; It Makes Us Crazy And Sad.