What wonder, then, if human beings in their search for the divine have generally preferred to look within!

Words play an enormous part in our lives and are therefore deserving of the closest study.

People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

The only truly consistent are the dead.

The thin and precarious crust of decency is all that separates any civilization, however impressive, from the hell of anarchy or systematic tyranny which lie in wait beneath the surface .

I was born wandering between two worlds, one dead, the other powerless to be born, and have made, in a curious way, the worst of both.