The love of violence is an aspect of our humanity. Even the weak wish to be strong primarily so they can wield the whip.

I now understand the need for faith - pure, blind, fly-in-the-face-of-reason faith - as a small life preserver in the wild and endless sea of a universe ruled by unfeeling laws and totally indifferent to the small, reasoning beings that inhabit it.

Life is brutal that way ... the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.

If everyone could understand the working of a psychopath's mind, we undoubtedly would be closer to insanity ourselves.

No lifetime is long enough for those ... who simply wish to understand themselves and their lives. It is, perhaps, the curse of being human, but also a blessing.

Doing a life study while drunk and in the process of being seduced is never a formula for quality art.

There is no doubt that I have discovered the ultimate in stagnant human societies. The Bikura have realized the human dream of immortality and have paid for it with their humanity and their immortal souls.