Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.

Love me...I am not evil.

One does not beg for a glass of water from the devil.

You will see that the things you desire most are the very things that bring you the greatest sorrow.

I can only give you some hints. You have to place him in a situation where your advantages are magnified.

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.

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