“The biggest sin in Satanism is not murder, nor is it kindness. It is stupidity.”

Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised.

Is adult amusement killing our children, or is killing our children amusing adults?

There’s no time to discriminate, hate every motherfucker that’s in your way.

The seeds of who I am now had been planted. Fools aren’t born, I wrote in my notebook one day during ethics class. They are watered and grown like weeds by institutions such as Christianity.

Whatever doesn’t kill you, it’s gonna leave a scar.

Most of the world’s problems could be avoided if people just said what they fucking meant.

Not only are love and hate such closely related emotions, but it’s a lot easier to hate someone you’ve cared about than someone you never have.

I was becoming the cold, emotionally crippled monster I always wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sure I liked it. But it was too late. The metamorphosis was already well under way.

When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn’t want to drown anymore.

Hello world and hello universe. Thank you all very much.

I never said to be like me, I say be yourself and make a difference.

Art should never be an answer but a question.

In the end we’re all Jerry Springer guests, really, we just haven’t been on the show,

I remember growing up, saying you’re an artist it sounds pretentious but now it’s one of the only dignified things that you can call yourself.

The mind is the greatest bomb.

Everybody has a light and a dark side, and neither can exist without the other.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

When I’m dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.