“Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music...”

“I know nothing of god or the devil. I have never learned a secret nor found a cure that would damn or save my soul.”

“It draws it's strength, this big secret, from the same root from which I draw my strength, both the good and the bad, because in the end, they cannot be separated.”

“Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, “Ah, you are my friend, how I love you,” things like that to each other?...it was a matter of a concept of evil, wasn't it? All creatures in hell are supposed to hate one another, as all the saved hate the damned, without reservation.”

“He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.”

“But what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.”

“There was something vampiric about. . music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don't believe in the supernatural. . .the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music.”