Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

I'm going to keep on dealing with the supernatural in a lot of ways.

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.

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.

I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.

Life itself must be founded upon the infinite possibility for choice and accident. And if we cannot prove that it is, we must believe that it is. We must believe that we can change, that we can control, that we can direct our own destinies.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!