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.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

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

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

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.

You think sex is dirty. You have a dirty mind.

What you wish for, what you most hope for - that is your greatest illusion.