I was typing away while everybody was dropping acid and smoking grass. I was known as my own square.

Let the spirits witness: for theirs is the knowledge of the future - both what it would be, and what I will: You are the Queen of the Damned, that's what you are! Evil is your only destiny. But at your greatest hour, it is I who will defeat you. Look well on my face. It is I who will bring you down.

Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets - as vast and indestructible as nature itself.

I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.

The young know how truly difficult and dreadful youth can be. Their youth is wasted on everyone else, that's the horror. The young have no authority, no respect.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?