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

Awful things!... truly awful. The floor in our dressing room starts to run with blood... disembodied hands come out of the wall and crawl across the stage.

Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...
Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was born the red rose that Allah never intended the world to know.

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