As compassionate beings, we cannot harm others, not even through our inaction.

Loving her has become a part of my religion, a gentle mantra with every beating of my heart. I cannot imagine its Ragnarok without wilting.

Holding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.

Our brains want God even as our minds debunk the divine.

Paganism is the default of most children, since they excel at magical thinking.

My main nurturing instinct toward children is mild sadism--picking them up and threatening to drop them--which is why I am a good uncle but would make a poor father.

Having ascended to some spiritual strength by focusing on the power of the feminine, it is no doubt tempting to wield this strength against that which triggers memories of having once been weaker.

Women are seen as imperfect or unclean, because of a myth of a tempting apple, because they bleed monthly, because they lack equivalent upper body strength.

Most magick I have experienced can be written off as a stew of psychology and coincidence, and I truly believe this is where magick is best worked.

Magick need not be a crutch, but it is hard to argue that anything you lean on in lieu of building your own strength weakens resolve.

I honor the divine on a daily basis, but I want to know that the greatest magick in my life is living authentically with what I have and can do.

Everybody wants to know why we're here, so we search for that answer. We want to know who we belong to so we search for those people and all the while God is whispering, 'Here I am.

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome." -

I'm more of a clown, a tragic clown. Yeah. I just like humor to come out of characters.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.

The inward sighs of humble penitence Rise to the ear of Heaven, when peal'd hymns Are scatter'd with the sounds of common air.

When I started performing I was like, "Holy hell, how am I going to survive this?" I was giving it my all in 15 minutes but now I had to do it for two hours.

We are blind to the worlds within us, waiting to be born.

It is looking for the joys that come in small, precious packages and making the most of them, knowing that big packages of joy are few and far between.