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.

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

The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.

Be kind. Always if you have a choice, be kind.

All my life,I've been afraid of things, as a child and a woman must be. I lied about it naturally. I fancied myself a witch and walked in dark streets to punish myself for my doubts. But I knew what it meant to be afraid.

Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?

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