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."
Anne RiceMaybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.
Anne Rice