Suffering Of Sentient Beings Is Like Decay;

‎there's No Way To Cheat A Sensualist Like Me, Somebody Who Can Die Laughing For Hours Over The Pattern Of The Carpet In A Hotel Lobby.

You Think I Live In The Past. You Don't Understand That I Actually Change With Every Era, I Always Have As Best I Can

Garden Of Pain, I Need You. What Were The Songs Of Beasts To The Cries Of Sentient Souls?

There Is One Purpose To Life And One Only: To Bear Witness To And Understand As Much As Possible Of The Complexity Of The World- Its Beauty, Its Mysteries, Its Riddles.

I Think All Of Us Ordinary Mortals Tend To Mythologize People As Good-looking As You.