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

My body is no schoolboy.

The evil of one murder is infinite, and my guilt is like my beauty - eternal. I cannot be forgiven, for there is no one to forgive me for all I've done.

I can't keep up with Stephen King's output.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

I had many wonderful experiences, received beautiful letters, and my Christian books received substantive and thoughtful reviews. But there was always argument, dispute, questions as to what I "really" believed, lectures from here and there on "the real truth," etc.

Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.