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

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

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

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

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

None of us can choose where we shall love.

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