I knelt and prayed, and the strongest truth came over me. Didn't matter if God in his heaven was a Catholic or a Protestant God, or the God of the Hindus. What mattered was something deeper and older and more powerful than any such image - it was a concept of goodness based upon the affirmation of life, the turning away from destruction, from the perverse, from man using and abusing man. It was the affirmation of the human and the natural.

The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.

Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?

A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell.

The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.

I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.