We Are Predators, Whose All-seeing Eyes Were

I Don't Believe In Anything, Mother," I Said. "you Told Armand Long Ago That You Believe You'll Find Answers In The Great Jungles And Forests; That The Stars Will Finally Reveal A Vast Truth. But I Don't Believe In Anything. And That Makes Me Stronger Than You Think

Words Are Like Gems To Me... Imagine Yourself Walking Through A Very Shallow Stream And Picking Up Beautiful Stones That Catch Your Eye... That's What Names Are Like For Me.

We Breathe The Light, We Breathe The Music, We Breathe The Moment As It Passes Through Us.

Believe In Angels? Then Believe In Vampires. Believe In Me. There Are Worse Things On Earth.

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