It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.

The evil of one murder is infinite, and my guilt is like my beauty - eternal. I cannot be forgiven, for there is no one to forgive me for all I've done.

The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.

Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?

We have such a terrible, terrible misconception of science. We think it involves the definite, the precise, the known; it is a horrid series of gates to an unknown as vast of the universe; which means endless.

The only power that exists is inside ourselves.

I claim Dickens as a mentor. He's my teacher. He's one of my driving forces.