There were good places and bad places to tell stories and there were of course stories that could not be told in any place on earth and these were reserved for heaven. 

I love children. Eating them, that is.

There can be no product of pleasure without the inverse on the end of the producer.

Then the lion stares at it. It stares at its prey. Like this.’ (Old Antonio frowns and fastens his black eyes on me.) ‘The poor little animal that is going to die just looks. It...

Finally, I’d say to anyone who wants to tell these tales, don’t be afraid to be superstitious. If you have a lucky pen, use it. If you speak with more force and wit when wearing...

Why are so many of us enspelled by myths and folk stories in this modern age? Why do we continue to tell the same old tales, over and over again? I think it’s because these...

Aye, you’re neither one thing nor yet quite t’other. Pity, but there ’tis.