The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.

Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.