I tell you the truth, if you will leave your life based on the whims and caprices of men, you shall be like the corn in popcorn machine - Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
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. - Joyce Carol Oates