I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a theme ever building to a climax which would never come.

Finally those you love are simply ... those you love.

To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.

Maybe we do go home, finally.

After all, these were blood drinkers, beings who spoke gently, liked poetry, and yet killed mortals all the time.

Alas, my being the James Bond of vampires isn't the whole issue. Vanity must wait.

I don't think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is.

The fear of any adventure is the root of unfilled life.

I'm always described as 'cocksure' or 'with a swagger,' and that bears no resemblance to who I feel like inside. I feel plagued by insecurity.

The deadly Hydra now is the hydra of Equality. Liberty, Equality and Fraternity is the three-fanged serpent.

Every morning I am a beginner.

Jesus did not come to be the Messiah

What set us apart from most or all of the other hominid species was our ultrasociality, our ability to be highly cooperative, even with strangers, people who are not at all related to us.

All the bystanders at an event worthy of note adopt various gestures of admiration when contemplating the occurrence.

For men may prove and use their friends, as the poet expresses it, usque ad aras, meaning that a friend should not be required to act contrary to the law of God.

We have to train ourselves to use words accurately. And there's so much loose Christian talk, for which I've no doubt been as guilty as any.

All writing is in fact cut-ups. A collage of words read heard overheard. What else?