Black Magic Is Not A Myth. It

I Did Not Hate God Or Christ, But Merely The God And Christ Of The People Whom I Hated.

I Am The Blue-lidded Daughter Of Sunset; I Am The Naked Brilliance Of The Voluptuous Night-sky.

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.

The Average Man Cannot Believe That An Artist May Be As Serious And Highminded An Observer Of Life As The Professed Man Of Science.

I Was Not Content To Just Believe In Satan. I Wanted To Be His Chief Or Staff.