In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity.

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

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

I'm usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.

I think that we are supernatural. We are unique. We're the only animals in the universe that we know of that actually have self-consciousness, a sense of time and our own mortality.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.