One Is Never So Dangerous When One

It Is Always By Way Of Pain One Arrives At Pleasure.

What Does One Want When One Is Engaged In The Sexual Act? That Everything Around You Give You Its Utter Attention, Think Only Of You, Care Only For You...every Man Wants To Be A Tyrant When He Fornicates.

We Monsters Are Necessary To Nature Also.

There Is No God, Nature Sufficeth Unto Herself; In No Wise Hath She Need Of An Author.

Were He Supreme, Were He Mighty, Were He Just, Were He Good, This God You Tell Me About, Would It Be Through Enigmas And Buffooneries He Would Wish To Teach Me To Serve And Know Him?