We may not have demon fathers dangling offers of infernal power before us, but everyone understands what it means to struggle with temptation or resist the urge to give in to our baser natures.

It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.