Human knowledge consists not only of libraries of parchment and ink - it is also comprised of the volumes of knowledge that are written on the human heart, chiselled on the human soul, and engraved on the human psyche.

Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize your neighborhood. And whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down, must stand and face the hounds of hell, and rot inside a corpse's shell.

I think secretly and privately there is a destiny for me and just for me to stay on that track and follow it. I really believe and feel I am here for a reason and that's my job, you know, to perform for the people and if they accept it that I am rewarded.

The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone.

I prefer just being with people I like. That's my way of celebrating.

When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.

The more passive one's life in the field, the greater the need to reverse the situation when one returns home, which is why the arcane and authoritative character of academic writing may be seen, to some extent, as a vengeful reaction to the inertia, uneventfulness, and waiting one had to endure as a guest at someone else's banquet. A way of redressing an existental imbalance, as it were reclaiming authorial will by superimposing one's own meaning on theirs...