He was so excited by this little bit of intelligence that he might have gone off, perplexed, pondering for a long time. It was like reading a wonderful sentence in a book, and not being able to continue because so many possibilities were crowding his mind.

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

Let the spirits witness: for theirs is the knowledge of the future - both what it would be, and what I will: You are the Queen of the Damned, that's what you are! Evil is your only destiny. But at your greatest hour, it is I who will defeat you. Look well on my face. It is I who will bring you down.

We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?