We Shall Live Even In This State

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

It's An Awful Truth That Suffering Can Deepen Us, Give A Greater Lustre To Our Colours, A Richer Resonance To Our Words. That Is, If It Doesn't Destroy Us, If It Doesn't Burn Away The Optimism And The Spirit, The Capacity For Visions, And The Respect For Simple Yet Indispensable Things.

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.

But Don't You See, All Human Decisions Are Made Like This. Do You Think The Mother Knows What Will Happen To The Child In Her Womb? Dear God, We Are Lost, I Tell You. What Does It Matter If You Give It To Me And It's Wrong! There Is No Wrong! There Is Only Desperation, And I Would Have It! I Want To Live Forever With You.

...what Was The Good Of Being A Movie Werewolf? You Howled At The Moon; You Couldn't Remember What You Did, And Then Somebody Shot You.