I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.
Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.
I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.
But death we are, and death we've always been.
Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!