When He Died He Would Not End.

I Think There Is A Sense Of Last Things In My Work That Probably Comes From A Catholic Childhood.

Ecology Is Boring For The Same Reason That Destruction Is Fun.

I Was Always Younger Than Anyone Around Me. One Day It Began To Change.

Something Lurked Inside The Truth.

All Who Have Their Reward On Earth, The Fruits Of Painful Superstition And Blind Zeal, Naught Seeking But The Praise Of Men, Here Find Fit Retribution, Empty As Their Deeds.