So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.
For fun? Maybe evil is an art form.
...looking at him makes her feel like laughing all over - as if she could laugh not just with her mouth but with her eyes, her heart, her very limbs.
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.