Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Only if you do that can you hope to make the reader feel every particle of what you, the writer, have known and feel compelled to share."---Forward to Kafka's Short stories

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

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

Being liberated means reading what you want to read, and fantasizing about what you want to fantasize about.

I am in love with you', I responded. He laughed the most beguiling and gentle laugh. 'Of course you are,' he replied. 'I understand perfectly because I'm in love with myself. The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control.' It was my turn to laugh.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.