He Had Never Expected Death To Be

To Write Something, You Have To Risk Making A Fool Of Yourself.

The Finest Thing Under The Sun And Moon Is The Human Soul. I Marvel At The Small Miracles Of Kindness That Pass Between Humans, I Marvel At The Growth Of Conscience, At The Persistence Of Reason In The Face Of All Superstition Or Despair. I Marvel At Human Endurance.

You Sense My Loneliness, (...) My Bitterness At Being Shut Out Of Life. My Bitterness That I'm Evil, That I Don't Deserve To Be Loved And Yet I Need Love Hungrily. My Horror That I Can Never Reveal Myself To Mortals. But These Things Don't Stop Me, Mother. I'm Too Strong For Them To Stop Me. As You Said Yourself Once, I Am Very Good At Being What I Am. These Things Merely Now And Then Make Me Suffer, That's All

An Intoxication With Forbidden Knowledge In Which The Natural Things Become Unimportant.

I Was Influenced By The Medieval Theological Beliefs When I Presented Satan In Jesus' Dream As Unable To Figure Out Who Or What Jesus Is, And Unable To See The Future.