Night Is A World Lit By Itself.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

The Chains That Bind Us The Most Closely Are The Ones We Have Broken.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

I Would Go To Heaven, But I Would Take My Hell; I Would Not Go Alone.