Stella Adler, the famous acting coach, wanted more from a pupil, who was determined to play the role of Hamlet. She kept telling him, "Bigger! More! Hamlet is not a guy like you." He said, "Oh, you want larger than life?" She said, "Darling, there is nothing larger than life!" 🎭

'Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame, and it's all in vain to call it if it chooses to refuse.' ~ Georges Bizet

What a minute is with her. What a room becomes, with her in it. What an afternoon. And what an old age.

My spirit friends, ancestors, animals, aliens, angels, gryphons, gremlins, and gods... We have been so many things to one another; been together in so many ways and combinations. And who can imagine what we have yet to be? Only bless this hour, God! Our time to be as we are now.

My Dear, I've brought you back; from the very dead, I've brought you back to life. Why do you eye me with such grim ingratitude, even as though I'd wronged you? Come, My Turtle Dove, the letters that informed you of my death, as you can see, were but a desperate rouse. It is the enemy whose forces have been routed. I have not only returned well from the war, but with a method for recalling the living soul, into that corpse from which it has only lately been evicted. We are fortunate, I have returned in time for the method to prove effective in your case, - though, I must say, we cut the procedure rather closer than I would have hoped; I do trust you are still feeling like yourself, are you not, Dear? "DEEAAADDDD!!!!" Yes, um, well, you are dead. Quite dead, I suppose. How dead you are is really a matter of conjecture, for the time being. But, um, yes, you are also somewhat alive. And with a little luck the blood will warm and you'll be feeling more alive than ever, very soon, yes. Why, look, you already seem to have recovered the use of your limbs. Well, yes, that is - no, don't touch that. Dear, I must insist, you put my scalpel down! "KKIIIIILLLLLL!!!!!!" No, we don't want to do that. No kill. "DEEAAADDDD!!!!" 🩸

I hulked over the skyline, menacingly; shaking my mane against the yellow moon, letting the townsfolk see me prowl; heaving huge, frosty breaths, and admiring their bulk; waiting for someone to kill me, if anyone would. It's not like we werewolves are so precious with our lives.

I had dined on virgin twats, and supped my fill of their velvety blood, until my head grew dizzy with delight, and I could have lounged over the marble gargoyles until morning, but my protege, now restless, had not yet tasted his own game. It was time to send him out, to slay his first victim; an auspicious occasion in every vampire's life. I looked forward to the gory details. "I couldn't do it," he whimpered; some rain-soaked rag of a girl cowering behind his left calve. "I couldn't finish the job, so I..." Tell me you didn't. "I turned her." So young! "She's pretty, Master. She'll make a good... what do you call it... well, I'm sure, we can - I mean, you can find a place for her." I must admit, the girl was charming. Truly striking. And I had been judging damsels for 8,472 years. I knew a thing or two, and yes, this girl was rare. "Can we keep her?" It's true, I would have loved to keep her. "I think she's already in love with me." But the boy had to learn a hard lesson. So I chained the poor slip of a shade outside, to a railing on the far end of the balcony, and told him we'd wait for sunrise. I wanted him to see the excruciating death which his pity had won for the girl. She will suffer, I told him, more than you can imagine, and more than any human can suffer. She will die a most hideous death. "Uncle." That was all he said. The boy was stunned at what he took to be my cruelty, but the lessons I had won were such as to require centuries. I did not see the race of men but through a glass of eight millennia. I knew for what to weep, and what not. The hard lesson now would spare more agonies than can be told. This much I know. And, also, that you won't believe me. You will insist I am a heartless monster. So be it. I have wasted my breath, trying to justify myself before pharaohs, sultans, and kings. Whether they heard me out or not, and whether they understood me or called for my dispatch, I passed beyond their halls and I outlived them all.

Nice night. Dark. Yes. And 'isn't it nice, the darkness,' I'm saying. You don't find it creepy? Perhaps, I find creepy nice. Creepy. But, surely, you're a soul of... I'm a soul? ...a soul of discriminating taste; a soul who can behold the night. "Behold the night?" Who can regard the moon. "Regard the moon?" See how she droops, sleepily... Yeah, I see, I see. Look! I gotta go. Despondently, as if lately scorned... Could you, Sir, you're blocking my... Her precious love, unrequited... Is that... a gun? Don't worry. It's not for you, I carry it. What are you... You're pointing it... It's just your body I want to kill. My what? I want to set your soul at liberty! Dear God. At liberty to love the moon!

Islam Is A Pedo Death Cult. Excuse me? That's the name of our band: Islam Is A Pedo Death Cult. Well, actually, that was the first name proposed. It's the one I wanted but Jay said it was too long, so, now we're just: Pedo Death Cult. I like it! We're not... I mean, not really... Huh? What's that? We're not pedos, for real. Oh, well, I should think not! No, right? I mean, yeah. Not that there's anything wrong with that. With... Are you kidding? I mean, not that it's any of my... Hey, look. It's evil shit. And we're not evil. I mean, it's just the image. The brand. You know? Like, we ain't no death cult neither. That's just the scene. It's a gimmick. I understand. Well, yeah. I mean, ya gotta have... To you, it's a gimmick. But what about... I'm sorry? What sort of fans, exactly... Our fans? What sort of element, I'm saying... We have the greatest, the greatest fans. But, some, I mean, some. Our fans don't fuck kids, Man! I mean, how do you know? How do I... I mean, it only stands to reason... It's a scene, Man! It's a scene! If I were - which I'm not - but if I were... You wouldn't, Man! You wouldn't! I would feel right at home, wouldn't I? Not. What? In your little scene, I would blend right in. Why are you... That's a long knife. Hold this for me, will you? In your belly. Aaarhhuurrghhhoouuhhhh!!!! There, there. It'll all be over soon. Urguttrghuuhh..... Can't have you diluting my scene, Darling. Urghuh... Should have kept "Islam" in the name.

I have a theory: many actors became actors because they're own personalities were so insufferably boring and not worth hearing from, that they had to put on costumes and characters and recite someone else's words, slathered in the thickest glaze of affectation, just to attract the attention they so narcissistically adored. Justine Bateman wasn't one of those.

”The heavens were awed by His breath, and His obstetric hand delivered the apostate dragon. Lo, these are the frontiers of His ways, but how brief a word we hear of Him, and who understands the thunder of His might?” - The Book of Job

"I form the light, and create darkness; I make peace, and create evil. I, The LORD, do all these things." - The Book of Isaiah

"There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him." - Antonin Artaud