I Have The Heart Of A Child.

Then She Did See It There - Just A Face, Peering Through The Curtains, Hanging In Midair Like A Mask. A Head-scarf Concealed The Hair And The Glassy Eyes Stared Inhumanly, But It Wasn’t A Mask, It Couldn’t Be. The Skin Had Been Powdered Dead-white And Two Hectic Spots Of Rouge Centered On The Cheekbones. It Wasn’t A Mask. It Was The Face Of A Crazy Old Woman. Mary Started To Scream, And Then The Curtains Parted Further And A Hand Appeared, Holding A Butcher’s Knife. It Was The Knife That, A Moment Later, Cut Off Her Scream. And Her Head.

The Man Who Smiles When Things Go Wrong Has Thought Of Someone To Blame It On.

Mothers Sometimes Are Overly Possessive, But Not All Children Allow Themselves To Be Possessed.

We're All Not Quite As Sane As We Pretend To Be.

Magic--that's Just A Label, You Know. Completely Meaningless. It Wasn't So Very Long Ago That People Were Saying That Electricity Was Magic.