It's wrong to anticipate evil.

And any room that I enter may become a sideshow tent where I must take my place upon a rickety old bench on the verge of collapse. Even now the Showman stands before my eyes. His stiff red hair moves a little toward one shoulder, as if he is going to turn his gaze upon me, and moves back again; then his head moves a little toward the other shoulder in this never-ending game of horrible peek-a-boo. I can only sit and wait, knowing that one day he will turn full around, step down from his stage, and claim me for the abyss I have always feared. Perhaps then I will discover what it was I did - what any of us did - to deserve this fate.

And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day.

She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.

It__ so dark - as if all the lights are just there to make the other places seem darker.

Somehow I'd still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.