And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.

I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.

This evil, this concept, it comes from disappointment, from bitterness! Don't you see? Children of Satan! Children of God! Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves? How could you believe in these old fantastical lies, these myths, these emblems of the supernatural?

But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.