I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.

I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.