..she Had That Brand Of Pragmatism That

And In Time It Will Be As Though Men Had Never Come To This Perfect Corner Of The World-never Called It Paradise On Earth, Never Despoiled It With Their Dream Factories; And In The Golden Hush Of The Afternoon All That Will Be Heard Will Be The Flittering Of Dragonflies, And The Murmur Of Hummingbirds As They Pass From Bower To Bower, Looking For A Place To Sup Sweetness.

Evil, However Powerful It Seemed,could Be Undone By Its Own Appetite

If You Want To Look Like The People Next Door, You're Probably Smothering Yourself Into Your Dreams.

Midian Is Where The Monsters Go.

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.