She Wanted Nothing That He Could Offer

Whatever Capacity She Possesses To Supernaturally Beguile A Human Soul—and She Possesses Many—she Liked His Clear-sightedness Too Well, To Blind Him That Way.

My Feet Are Killing Me." "i Knew Somebody Who Had Feet Like That. They'd Walk All Over Him. Archie Kashanian Was His Name. He Used To Wake Up With Footprints All Over His Chest, All Over His Face. It Was The Death Of Him, Finally.

Everybody Is A Book Of Blood; Wherever We're Opened, We're Red.

Nothing Ever Begins. There Is No First Moment; No Single Word Or Place From Which This Or Any Other Story Springs.

Study Nothing Except In The Knowledge That You Already Knew It. Worship Nothing Except In Adoration Of Your True Self. And Fear Nothing Except In The Certainty That You Are Your Enemy's Begetter And Its Only Hope Of Healing.