Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?

Obviously, a writer can't know everything about what she writes. It's impossible.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

I can't believe the world was created in six days. I do not take Genesis or Revelation literally. I AM OUT. I am alone. I am an outsider for Christ. I will study my Bible, and pray to God in private and alone. I have no other choice.

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

I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.