The world is a playground, and death is the night.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

We must die to become true human beings.

A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection.

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.

Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn't know what he's about to do!

I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.