Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.

Everything that happens to you matters to me.

I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.

It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

There might not be so much of a difference between the side of Light and the side of Dark as you suppose. After all, without the Dark, there is nothing for the light to burn away.

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

with his customary crooked smile, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.

I just don't see why the past has to matter.

Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness.

If you try to please audiences, uncritically accepting their tastes, it can only mean that you have no respect for them: that you simply want to collect their money.

It was a dark and stormy night. - Snoopy

What makes a good work of art is something that honors certain traditions and breaks with others.

Only a dead nation remembers its heroes when they die. Real nations respect them when they are alive.

The flux of life is pouring its aesthetic aspect into your eyes, your ears - and you ignore it because you are looking for your canons of beauty in some sort of frame or glass case or tradition.

Control your own mind, and you may never be controlled by the mind of another.

The victory is when I realize that I can't do it on my own.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next

I appreciate a songwriter like Morrissey with so much restraint.