I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.

I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.

Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.

The only animal from which humans have nothing to learn, in fact, is the sheep. Humans have already learned everything the sheep's got to teach.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

She understood the genre constraints, the decencies were supposed to be observing. The morally cosy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only as a reaction to suffering or as an act of rage against the Almighty. Vampire interviewee Louis is in despair at his brother’s death when he accepts Lestat’s offer. Frankenstein’s creature is driven to violence by the violence done to him. Even Lucifer’s rebellion emerges from the agony of injured price. The message is clear: By all means become an abomination—but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

You love life because life's all there is.