“Devil,” I exclaimed, “do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?”
– Mary Shelley
It got to the stage where both of us were praying we wouldn’t wake up because it was so bad. It was horrific. It was like the devil’s hands were strangling me and holding me down and laughing in my face. It’s the deepest, darkest place we’ve ever been.
– Linda Lusardi