Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it.

Even without wars, life is dangerous.

Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.