So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.

Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

I don't like work like that. I am the silent partner. I work through events, I live on the sidelines, I dabble in causes and effects, I watch how the misbegotten creatures of this world live their lives.

I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.