Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.

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

I stumble through a carnival of horrors

I don't believe in anything, Mother," I said. "You told Armand long ago that you believe you'll find answers in the great jungles and forests; that the stars will finally reveal a vast truth. But I don't believe in anything. And that makes me stronger than you think

And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.