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.
Anne RiceI read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.
Anne RiceYou never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.
Anne Rice