Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.
Neil GaimanThere was Virginia Boote, the food and restaurant critic, who had once been a great beauty but was now a grand and magnificent ruin, and who delighted in her ruination.
Neil GaimanI watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.
Neil GaimanThere was a hysteria in there, certainly, but there was also the exhaustion of someone who had managed, somehow, to believe several dozen impossible things in the last twenty-four hours, without ever getting a proper breakfast.
Neil Gaiman