Clothes are nothing more than a fig leaf. And the bodies beneath are just another layer of clothing, an outfit of flesh with an impractically thin leather exterior, in various shades of pink, yellow and brown. The souls alone are real. Seen in this way, there can never be any such thing as social unease or shyness or embarrassment. All you need do is greet your fellow soul.

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

Nowadays, her life is more like a newspaper: aimless, up-to-date and full of meaningless events

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

And you know what people immediately start looking for, five minutes after they arrive someplace new? You know what's on their minds? I'll tell you: How are they gonna get laid, and where are they gonna find some mind-altering substances.

You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed.