Your Kiss Is Bitter With

Falsehood Is Invariably The Child Of Fear In One Form Or Another.

I Do Not Want To Father A Flock, To Be The Fetish Of Fools And Fanatics Or The Founder Of A Faith Whose Followers Are Content To Echo My Opinions. I Want Each Man To Cut His Own Way Through The Jungle.

Those Magicians Who Object To The Use Of Blood, Have Endeavored To Replace It With Incense. But, The Bloody Sacrifice, Though More Dangerous, Is More Efficacious. And For Nearly All Purposes, Human Sacrifice Is The Best.

I'm A Poet, And I Like My Lies The Way My Mother Used To Make Them.

The Way Of Mastery Is To Break All The Rules—but You Have To Know Them Perfectly Before You Can Do This; Otherwise You Are Not In A Position To Transcend Them.