The Whole Plan Hinged Upon

Cripple God, Who Always Desires More Than He's Able To Have, And Doesn't Always Realize This To Begin With. Who Has Built Clocks, But Not The Time That They Measure. Has Built Systems Or Mechanisms That Serve Particular Purposes, But They Too Have Outgrown These Purposes And Betrayed Them. And Has Created An Infinity That, From Being The Measure Of The Power He Was Supposed To Have, Turned Into The Measure Of His Boundless Failure.

Genius Is Not So Much A Light As It Is A Constant Awareness Of The Surrounding Gloom.

I Never Read To Kill Time. Killing Time Is Like Killing Someone's Wife Or A Child. There Is Nothing More Precious For Me Than Time.

The War Of Good And Evil Present In All Religions Does Not Always End, In Every Faith, With The Victory Of Good, But In Every One It Establishes A Clear Order Of Existence. The Sacred As Well As The Profane Rests On That Universal Order.

That Human Existence Should Repeat Itself, Well And Good, But That It Should Repeat Itself Like A Hackneyed Tune, Or A Record A Drunkard Keeps Playing As He Feeds Coins Into The Jukebox...