Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.

Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was born the red rose that Allah never intended the world to know.

None of us can choose where we shall love.

I can make anything disappear, if I really want to.

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.

Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.

And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!

I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.