I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider. Even a spider has the right to a mate. - Susan Kay

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

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.

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.