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

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ASK. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds.

Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.

Don't you see? It is a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil.

The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.

I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.