I Have Never Read Horror,

Would You Like To Hear A Nice Definition Of Jealousy? It's The Feeling That You Get When Someone You Absolutely Detest Is Having A Wonderful Time Without You.

From The Cab Stepped A Tall Old Man. Black Raincoat And Hat And A Battered Valise. He Paid The Driver, Then Turned And Stood Motionless, Staring At The House. The Cab Pulled Away And Rounded The Corner Of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman Quickly Pulled Out To Follow. As He Turned The Corner, He Noticed That The Tall Old Man Hadn't Moved But Was Standing Under The Streetlight Glow, In Mist, Like A Melancholy Traveler Frozen In Time.

But A Myth, To Speak Plainly, To Me Is Like A Menu In A Fancy French Restaurant: Glamorous, Complicated Camouflage For A Fact You Wouldn't Otherwise Swallow, Like Maybe Lima Beans.

Your Thoughts Are Too Dull To Entertain.

God Never Talks. But The Devil Keeps Advertising, Father. The Devil Does A Lot Of Commercials.