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

When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough.

I'm fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on...

Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

All my life,I've been afraid of things, as a child and a woman must be. I lied about it naturally. I fancied myself a witch and walked in dark streets to punish myself for my doubts. But I knew what it meant to be afraid.

I don't believe in hell. The idea that a supreme being would make hell is ridiculous. An eternity of pain that results in no learning, reformation or rebirth is a nauseating idea. It's one of the reasons I left Christianity. I simply could not accept that version of God.