I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.

Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.

Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

I like mainly to be invisible, to sort of drift around unseen in the world.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.