I Want You To Remember What Was

There's Only Room For One Hero In This Story-and Everyone Knows The Devil Doesn't Get To Be The Good Guy.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

I Guess Satan Was The First Superhero [...] In His First Adventure, He Took The Form Of A Snake To Free Two Prisoners Being Held Naked In A Third World Jungle Prison By An All-powerful Megalomaniac. At The Same Time, He Broadened Their Diet And Introduced Them To Their Own Sexuality.

She Liked Things That Had Been Written By People Who Had Lived Short, Ugly, And Tragic Lives. Or, Who At Least, Were English.

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.