"It's all right", he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief a… - Robert Bloch

Henderson sighed. There was a time, he reflected, when the coming of this night meant something. A dark Europe, groaning in superstitious fear, dedicated this Eve to the grinning Unknown. A million doors had once been barred against the evil visitants, a million prayers mumbled, a million candles lit. There was something majestic about the idea, Henderson reflected.

Once you began speculation about that, once you admited to yourself that you didn't really know how another person's mind operated, then you came up against the ultimate admission — anything was possible.

Nobody would be quite as surprised as my wife, when I killed her.