The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

The guilt of newborns is immense.

A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music

To gain wisdom you must be willing to invest time, energy, and money in your personal development.

Show me your talents and I'll show you your net worth.

Mankind made up a version of reality we could all live in.

Our enemies are our greatest teachers.

Why not have your first baby at sixty, when your husband is already dead and your career is over? Then you can really devote yourself to it.

That was the peak. I just knew it was modern, not traditional culture. I could be cool

Happiness is not a limited resource. So help yourself, and there will be plenty left for everyone else.

I like people not being able to be pigeon-holed.

All religion may be centered around a generally good idea, however, this has not stopped its adherents from acting like bastards.

There's nothing new under the sun - you just get a can of paint out.