Oh, But When Love Is Reached Through

My Conscience Is Killing Me, Isn't It? And When You're Immortal That Can Be A Really Long And Ignominious Death

Ah, Come Now. I Look Like An Angel, But I'm Not. The Old Rules Of Nature Encompass Many Creatures Like Me. We're Beautiful Like The Diamond-backed Snake, Or The Striped Tiger, Yet We're Merciless Killers

Being Liberated Means Reading What You Want To Read, And Fantasizing About What You Want To Fantasize About.

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.

Don't You See? It Is A New Age. It Requires A New Evil. And I Am That New Evil.