Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.
I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.
Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...
Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –
I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –
Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at t...
And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself. But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...
A good enemy can be better than the best of friend.
I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind ...
You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.
His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless. Anonymous.
Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?
Insane love. Loving insanity. Insanity and love...
Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resemb...
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.
I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –
So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –
Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.
