The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

The magician to some degree is trying to drive him or herself mad in a controlled setting, within controlled laws.

I thought as much. Miss Murray, though I am a beast, do not think that I am stupid. I know that I am hideous and hateful. I am not loved, nor ever hope to be. Nor am I fool enough to think that what I feel for you is love. But in this world, alone, I do not hate you. And alone in this world, you do not hate me.

I've never studied anything formally. I was excluded from school at the age of 17, so I am an autodidact, which is a word that I have taught myself.

Love doesn't have a point. Love is the point.

Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?

Look at him now, poor fellow. That's what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself, you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.