And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!
None of us can choose where we shall love...
Such a little thing really, a kiss... most people don't give it a moment's consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.
Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.
Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.
Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine. It doesn't last very long.
Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.
Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.
I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider. Even a spider has the right to a mate.
Ah, well... hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.