When you see a river, you must follow it to its source, no matter the perils, no matter those comrades that fall along the way. You must know how things work. You must unlock.
To be beautiful is to be almost dead.
There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration. Piercing the tissue that separates life from death.
There is a place where the malformed find grace, where the hideous can be beautiful, where strangeness is not shunned but celebrated. This place is the theater.
There are things within us all that can never be unleashed.
Man does not live only in the empirical world. We must seek the ephemeral or why live?
Death is not serene.
You have to give them names or they’ll never come to life.
We’ll carry on with this fight. We can lose every battle, except the last.
This shattered visage merely reflects the abomination that is my heart.
Things are so rarely what they seem.
There’s no exaltation in killing for gold.
