“Your truth is always your truth, whether said or silent. It just might not be the idea of your truth that somebody else has in their mind.”

“I craved that isolation, that feeling of utter aching loneliness that I found inside houses where I did not belong.”

He shouted “Repent” since the sign was not sufficient, I guess. I found myself going up to him while topless Amazons danced in his face. I found myself going up to him to say this: “I love you. I have nothing but love for you.” I couldn’t help myself.

Witchcraft, trials, death and the Devil: how the long road of history winds from 1692 Salem, MA to 2015.