I think I wanted to write a book about the relationship between the victim and perpetrator in which the victim agrees to remain silent.
“Now I have finished with all earthly business, and high time too. Yes, yes, my dear child, now comes death.”
“I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.”