Evil Is Just A Point

When We Are Weary, We Speak Lovingly Of Dreams As If They Embodied Our True Deisres-what We Would Have When That Which We Do Have So Sorely Disappoints Us

"you're A Perfect Devil, Lestat!" He Was Saying. "that's What You Are! You Are The Devil Himself!"

I Lived Like A Man Who Wanted To Die But Who Had No Courage To Do It Himself.

This Suffering, This Unspeakable Capacity To Bleed And To Know Pain And To Know Annihilation, Is What Has To Be Overcome In This World If Anyone Is To Reach God.

We Shall Live Even In This State Of Living Death, We Shall Love, We Shall Feel, We Shall Defy All Who Would Judge And Destroy Us.