Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all that we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free... An inch; it is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only t...
I am going to look at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us. All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played that up for a sense of power and prestige. That is a disservice. Magic is ver...
I'm not a particularly dark individual. I have my moments, it's true, but I do have a sense of humor.
Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later....
In the heart of darkness, a flower blossoms, enriching the shadows with its promise of hope...In the fields of light, an adder coils, and the radiant tranquility is lent savor by its sinister presence...
I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.
I've developed a theory that there's an inverse relationship between money and imagination. That if you've got lots of imagination then you don't really need much money, and if you've got lots of mone...
There, did you think to kill me? There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea.Ideas are bulletproof. Farewell.
Sexually progressive cultures gave us literature, philosophy, civilization and the rest, while sexually restrictive cultures gave us the Dark Ages and the Holocaust.
Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.
Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.
Not thou alone, but all humanity doth in its progress fable emulate. Whence came thy rocket-ships and submarine if not from Nautilus, from Cavorite? Your trustiest companions since the cave, we appari...
It's raining in Washington tonight. Plump, warm summer rain that covers the sidewalks with leopard spots. Downtown, elderly ladies carry their houseplants out to set them on the fire-escapes, as if th...
Dünyanın iyi yönde değiştiğini hiç görmedim.
Do not weep. Being is enough. There, that is all. I am done...
If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him.
تکیه کردن به اکثریتی که سکوت کردن فایده ی چندانی نداره؛ چون سکوت خیلی شکننده ستبا یه صدای بلند از بین میره
Through my blue fingers, pink grains are falling, haphazard, random, a disorganized stream of silicone that seems pregnant with the possibility of every conceivable shape… But this is illusion. Things...