For what can the damned really have to say to the damned?

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.

The only power that exists is inside ourselves.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.

God softens harden heart into tender loving heart.

The music I'm making is like an explosion of love. It moves away from super dark, its more romanticized and floral, but still quite black.

And the revelation was a little like what saints receive on mountains - a further chapter in the history of the mystery.

This art, born of genius and good taste, can become beautiful and varied to an infinite degree.

If you look deep inside trust, you'll find truth.

With just one musician, you can really do an unlimited number of things on the inside of the piano, if you have at your disposal an exploded keyboard.

Great art transcends its culture and touches on that which is eternal.

For what use are books to anyone whose days are like a rook's nest with every twig a duty.

Despite the economic disaster that is Russia, there are still air shows taking place in the country.

To be unable to bear an ill is itself a great ill.