My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.

I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –