I Keep Telling Myself I Should Try

...history It Seemed Could Be Something Entirely Different A Splash Of Blood Whose Agony Didn't Fade Overnight Or Over Centuries.

I've Noticed Dracula Was Often As Practical A Fellow As He Was A Nasty One.

Sometimes People Damage Paintings Or Sculpture Because They Love It. They Throw Their Arms Around A Statue In A Fit Of Hysterical Passion And It Falls Over.

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.

It's Funny; In This Era Of E-mail And Voice Mail And All Those Things That Even I Did Not Grow Up With, A Plain Old Paper Letter Takes On Amazing Intimacy.