My Writing Style Is Very Sensual, As

If The Only Tool You Have Is A Hammer, All Your Problems Begin To Look Like Nails. - Abraham Maslow

I Turned Down Halloween Parties Every Year, Where People Wanted Zombies Raised At The Stroke Of Midnight Or Some Such Nonsense. The Scarier My Reputation Got, The More People Wanted Me To Come Be Scary For Them. I'd Told Bert I Could Always Go And Threaten To Shoot All The Partygoers, That'd Be Scary. Bert Had Not Been Amused. But He Had Stopped Asking Me To Do Parties.

The Catholic Church Sees Voluntary Vampirism As A Kind Of Suicide. I Tend To Agree. Though The Pope Also Excommunicated All Animators, Unless We Ceased Raising The Dead. Fine; I Became Episcopalian.

His Parting Shot To Me Had Been, "i Don't Want To Love Someone Who Is More At Home With The Monsters Than I Am." What Do You Say To That? What Can You Say? Damned If I Know. They Say Love Conquers Everything. They Lie.

I Know That Look, Blake. You Are A Drowning Woman, And The Only Way Out Is Down The Aisle.