None of us can choose where we shall love.
Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.
Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.
And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!
Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.
In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.