Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.

Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.

And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!

I can make anything disappear, if I really want to.

Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.