Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

Artists are meant to be madmen, to disturb and shock us.

As the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the Christians who rose. It was useless to tell them as the centuries passed that their Christ was but another God of the Wood, dying and rising, as Dionysus or Osiris had done before him, and that the Virgin Mary was in fact the Good Mother again enshrined. Theirs was a new age of belief and conviction, and in it we became devils, detached from what they believed, as old knowledge was forgotten or misunderstood.

We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.