Nothing,” she said, “upsets me more than being hungry; I snarl and snap and burst into tears. - Shirley Jackson

We are all measured, good or evil, by the wrong we do to others; I had made a monster and turned it loose upon the world and — since recognition is, after all, the cruelest pain — had seen it clearly and with understanding.

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.

Only human beings and rabid animals turn on their own kind,