The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.

If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.

I never wish to be easily defined.

Every one of us has a bad conscience, which he tries to escape by going to sleep as quickly as possible.

Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.

All language is but a poor translation.