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

Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.

I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.

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

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