But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in his mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? -- Love. That was his answer.

You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it wont be for long.

I went about the job in a direct way. I took the hatchet in both my hands and vigorously beat the fish on the head with the hammerhead (I still didn’t have the stomach to use the sharp edge). The dorado did the most extraordinary thing as it died: it began to flash all kinds of colours in rapid succession. Blue, green, red, gold, and violet flickered and shimmered neon-like on its surface as it struggled. I felt I was beating a rainbow to death.

We believe what we see.’...What do you do when you’re in the dark?

The idea of a flip book still really appeals to me. That idea of fiction and non-fiction.

It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.

When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.