Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
He who fights monsters should look into it that he himself does not become a monster. When you gaze long into the Abyss, the Abyss also gazes into you.
We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.
"...why I'm so sympathetic to the monsters. The answer is simple. Because I am one."
No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain; its impressions are unmistakable.
Last night you were, unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me.
...Do it again.
There is a quake that rips the soul asunder. . . it is the pain of remembering.
I am the Devil! And I am here to do the Devil's business.
