I Love Myself When I

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.

If You Haven't Got It, You Can't Show It. If You Have Got It, You Can't Hide It.

It Was Not Death She Feared. It Was Misunderstanding.

Love Is Lak De Sea. It’s Uh Movin’ Thing, But Still And All, It Takes Its Shape From De Shore It Meets, And It’s Different With Every Shore.

All Gods Who Receive Homage Are Cruel. All Gods Dispense Suffering Without Reason. Otherwise They Would Not Be Worshipped. Through Indiscriminate Suffering Men Know Fear And Fear Is The Most Divine Emotion. It Is The Stones For Altars And The Beginning Of Wisdom. Half Gods Are Worshipped In Wine And Flowers. Real Gods Require Blood.