I resolved to move just a little bit more slowly through the world, to look around myself with greater care, and to try to remain conscious of all that was going on around me at all times.

Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?

I believe in the Biblical documents supporting Jesus. But I have no illusions about them. I think they contain many flaws, scribal errors, and so forth and they are only partial or fragmentary.

I saw finally the futility of all these gestures, that witchcraft is but a matter of focus-that one cann apply one's fierce and immeasurable energies to an act of choice.

I'm going to keep on dealing with the supernatural in a lot of ways.

You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.