I began to feel lighthearted. Don't ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.

It's lovely. I hate it.

I also love Disney, and will defend doing so, because there's so much in those films and I don't care if it's stereotyped.

Im a devotee of Dracula, which was a pathfinder in horror and vampire fiction.

Condemned and executioner with aren't coupled in a primitive rite.