“If a serial killer broke into my house right now, I think I’d be glad. Grateful, even. I’m not afraid of dying, I’m not afraid at all. I don’t think anything comes afterwards and that doesn’t scare me one bit. It would be peaceful, don’t you think? To just not exist. I guess the only thing that I am afraid of is the pain, you know, the pain of dying. I’ve never known a serial killer to do away with his victims quietly, at least not the breaking-and-entering types. Oh, it’s silly of me, really. To be afraid of the pain, I mean. It would only hurt for a second, wouldn’t it?”
