No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

I delight in what I fear.

Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.

All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.

I have always loved to use fear, to take it and comprehend it and make it work and consolidate a situation where I was afraid and take it whole and work from there.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Oh Constance, we are so happy.