The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world.

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.

Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely.

And what if I never go of my own free will? Will you pitch me from some window so that I must fly or fall? Will you bolt all shutters after me? You had better, because I'll knock and knock and knock until I fall down dead. I'll have no wings that take me away from you.

Don't you see? It is a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil.

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted."Oh, inocent love," she said even as she drank from me, "oh, innocent innocent love."