What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.

Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?

I think we are wise, we English speakers, to savor accents. They teach us things about our own tongue.

Walk in the light before the dawn of darkness.

The more fundamentalist a person, the more immoral and inhuman he is.

Sometimes I get a little nervous about wearing white.

If you reward candor, you'll get it.

people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.

Self-loathing doesn't keep me from being happy. But that doesn't mean I don't struggle.

When the sciences are supreme, average people lose their feeling of causality.

A game that a lot of critics like is not necessarily a game that enough players like to be able to make back an investment of tens of millions of dollars.

Transformation is not automatic. It must be learned; it must be led.

Why is acquiescence to the numerous viewed as better servitude than bowing to might?