For a moment I thought I knew exactly how Christ must have felt as He called John. - Susan Kay

Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.

Killing is like riding, you see, one never really loses the knack.

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