Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

All knowledge is worth having

Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phèdre's Boys! We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phèdre's Boys! Man or woman, we don't care, give us twins we'll take the pair! We're Phèdre's Boys! ...But just because we let you beat us, doesn't mean you can defeat us, we're Phèdre's Boys!

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?