Maybe thats what hell is. You go mad, and all your demonds come and get you just as fast as you can think them up

Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty

Evil is just a point of view

I don't believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic and in this Savage Garden, these innocent ones belonged in the vampire's arms. A thousand other things can be said about the world but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same.

So why must it wound him that the most despairing music is full of beauty? Why must it hurt him and make him cynical and sad and intrusting?

In spite of all the refinements of society that conspired to make art – the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases – beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden