Listen, child—if you’re at a party with a hundred people and one of them is the devil, he’ll be the last one you’d suspect.

Strange how the deepest part of us isn't able to speak more clearly to the part of us that lives only here in the shallows of the world.

Remember, there are cookies waiting here for you.

In eighty-six years, child, I've learned the world is a far more mysterious place than most people realize and that every moment of life is woven through with meaning.

Darkness doesn't fall at a predictable schedule. Darkness can overwhelm you any time of the day, as you know well.

Evil travels the world in anonymity, its presence revealed only by the periodic consequences of its desires...

But the line between moral behavior and narcissistic self-righteousness is thin and difficult to discern

Every journey has a destination, known or unknown.

If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.

The greatest danger, of course, was to believe that I was equal to them, because assurance can morph into arrogance that Death loves to prove unfounded.

To get through life successfully, body and soul must translate each other correctly more often than not.

You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.

Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone.

TRUTHFUL, adj. Dumb and illiterate.

I don't want to go to the future. I'm scared of the future!

I will not date a woman from China, because that is a big red flag.

Things that change history tend to be organized.

From 16 to 26, no one really knows what they want to do for the rest of their life at that age. Latin's not f - ing one of them.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.

Giving birth to something that could possibly change the lives of millions of people for possibly decades, hundreds of years, whatever the length of time the run is, is a great feeling.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.