“Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.”

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but desire fulfilled is a tree of life.”

“The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up.”

“Eternal Power!
Grant me through obvious clouds one transient gleam
Of thy bright essence in my dying hour!”

“Finally I realized that I was a demi-god and that I was beyond all the low, petty desires of mankind. I felt the eternal flux within me. What is eternity? Eternity for me was playing hide-and-seek with that whore on the banks of the Suren river; it was a momentary closing of my eyes when I hid my head in her lap.”

“My heart returns to me what I turn away. I am my own master but not always master of myself.”

“Why can't this priest go back to Los Angeles and leave me alone? Why is he taking me to lunch when he should be out there visiting the sick and the dying? That's what priests are for.”

“The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
Is but a foolish wind.”

“My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.”

“It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.”