Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

The physics are simple in theory, but in practice they are filled with the possibility for limitless error.

When you were in love you knew no fear or hatred.

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

In this world of gossip, a good listener is rarer than a great orator.

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.