All I Ever Wanted To Do Is

Evil, However Powerful It Seemed,could Be Undone By Its Own Appetite

Study Nothing Except In The Knowledge That You Already Knew It. Worship Nothing Except In Adoration Of Your True Self. And Fear Nothing Except In The Certainty That You Are Your Enemy's Begetter And Its Only Hope Of Healing.

I Think That Horror Fiction Is One Of The Ways To Approach These Problems Of Death.

We Each Die Countless Little Deaths On Our Way To The Last. We Die Out Of Shame As Humiliation. We Perish From Despair. And, Of Course, We Die For Love.

We Burn So Hard, But We Shed So Little Light; It Makes Us Crazy And Sad.