It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.

We live in an age in which there is no heroic death.

His conviction of having no purpose in life other than to act as a distillation of poison was part of the ego of an eighteen-year-old. He had resolved that his beautiful white hands would never be soiled or calloused. He wanted to be like a pennant, dependent on each gusting wind. The only thing that seemed valid to him was to live for the emotions--gratuitous and unstable, dying only to quicken again, dwindling and flaring without direction or purpose.

It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

Other people must be destroyed. In order that I might truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed.

If we value so highly the dignity of life, how can we not also value the dignity of death No death may be called futile.