What we imagine is order is merely the prevailing form of chaos.
If my accent betrayed my foreign birth it also stamped me as an enemy in the imagination of the producers.
It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it....
It is women who bear the race in bloody agony. Suffering is a kind of horror....
Women have a predestination to suffering.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between...
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination...
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with...
