Love me...I am not evil.

He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

The best art always comes unbidden.

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.