When You Think Night And Day And

I Know Nothing, Because I Know Too Much, And Understand Not Nearly Enough And Never Will.

Heaven Would Be Hell In No Time If Every Cruel, Selfish, Vicious Soul Went To Heaven.

Mortal Beauty Often Makes Me Ache, And Mortal Grandeur Can Fill Me With That Longing...but Paris, Paris Drew Me Close To Her Heart, So I Forgot Myself Entirely. Forgot The Damned And Questing Preternatural Thing That Doted On Mortal Skin And Mortal Clothing. Paris Overwhelmed, And Lightened And Rewarded More Richly Than Any Promise.

I Lived Like A Man Who Wanted To Die But Who Had No Courage To Do It Himself.

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