“For the writer, the serial killer is, abstractly, an analogue of the imagination’s caprices and amorality; the sense that, no matter the dictates and even the wishes of the conscious social self, the life or will or purpose of the imagination is incomprehensible, unpredictable.”

“To My One True Love,I really do love every bit of you.And to show you how much.I’m going to take your heart out of the freezer, and keep it next to my pillow tonight.Signed.Your Loving Serial Killer”