“Get the hell down here!” the bride shouted. “You’re stealing my thunder.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“It is a sort of quasi-monastic diabolical vision. In a landscape populated with larvae - flowing and undulating larvae called forth like a cascade of leeches by tolling bells - three female figures rise up phantasmally, enshrouded with gauze like… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
