An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don't have a group apprenticeship like a violinist might training for an orchestra.

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

I'm fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on...

Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.