Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

The snowy owl has eyes that look just like mine, especially when it widens them. And while I stand there, staring at it, lowering my sunglasses, something unspoken passes between me and the bird - there's this weird kind of tension, a bizarre pressure, that fuels the following, which starts, happens, ends, very quickly.

Women aren't very bright," Rip says. "Studies have been done.

I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.

I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.

I do not feel I have a legacy to protect.

Why would I care what other people are thinking? I don't care what an audience thinks of me.