Lucifer protests he was never to blame for inducing anyone to sin, and that he’s never had an interest in owning souls: 'They die, and they come here – having transgressed against what they believed to be right – and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. I don’t make them come here… I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to have to face up to it.

I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.

Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

Notoriety wasn't as good as fame, but was heaps better than obscurity.

You must never imagine, that just because something is funny, it is not also dangerous.