It draws it's strength, this big secret, from the same root from which I draw my strength, both the good and the bad, because in the end, they cannot be separated.

The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

I left Christianity because I wanted to be a moral person. That is why I left. I no longer believed in its lies.

The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain.