Because things like this you can only ssay once. And you either get it wrong or right, it's the end either way, because it's too hard to ever try to say again.

For," I said, "a murdered man or woman dies not in God's time, but in Man's. He... or she... is cut short before he... or she... can atone for sin, and so all errors must be forgiven. When you think of it that way, all murderers are a gateway for heaven.

Everything's a lot tougher when it's for real. That's when you choke. When it's for real.

The act of writing itself is done in secret, like masturbation.

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.

That's not such a bad thing,' he said to me. 'In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.