There are two kinds of friendship: one is genuine affection, the other is inability to refuse.

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

I seem to know all the cliches, but not how to put them together in a believable way. Or else these stories are terrible and grandiose precisely because all the cliches intertwine in an unrealistic way and you can't disentangle them. But when you actually live a cliche, it feels brand new, and you are unashamed.

You’ll come back To me . . . It’s written in the stars, you see, you’ll come back. You’ll come back, it’s a fact that I am strong because I do believe in you.

The followers must feel besieged.

Nothing can shake my belief that this world is the fruit of a dark god whose shadow I extend.

How beautiful was the spectacle of nature not yet touched by the often perverse wisdom of man!