Words Are Like Gems To Me... Imagine

When You Think Night And Day And Every Moment Only Of Pleasing Me, Things Will Be Very Easy For You.

Garden Of Pain, I Need You. What Were The Songs Of Beasts To The Cries Of Sentient Souls?

That Morning I Was Not Yet A Vampire, And I Saw My Last Sunrise. I Remember It Completely, And Yet I Can't Recall Any Sunrise Before It. I Watched The Whole Magnificence Of The Dawn For The Last Time As If It Were The First. And Then I Said Farewell To Sunlight, And Set Out To Become What I Became.

Sometimes Dreams Show Me That My Writing Should Go Deeper. Dreams Have Not So Much Changed My Work As Deepened It.

In The Chapel You Prayed To Be A Saint And Now I Will Make You A God.