Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions of the past.
Evil is always possible, and goodness is eternally difficult.
The young know how truly difficult and dreadful youth can be. Their youth is wasted on everyone else, that`s the horror. The young have no authority, no respect.
Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves.
No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of ther beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.
Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.
I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.
Maybe thats what hell is. You go mad, and all your demonds come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.
And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic and in this Savage Garden, these innocent ones belonged in the vampire`s arms. A thousand other things can be said about the world, but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same.