Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.

And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.

For fun? Maybe evil is an art form.

Animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.

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

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

It may merely be apocryphal that when the Wizard saw the glass bottle he gasped, and clutched his heart. The story is told in so many ways, depending on who is doing the telling, and what needs to be heard at the time. It is a matter of history, however, that shortly thereafter, the Wizard absconded from the Palace. He left in the way he had first arrived-- a hot-air balloon-- just a few hours before seditious ministers were to lead a Palace revolt and to hold an execution without trial.