“The thoughts of all men arise from the darkness. If you are the movement of your soul, and the cause of that movement precedes you, then how could you ever call your thoughts your own? How could you be anything other than a slave to the darkness that comes before?”
“You are what you think. All that you are arises from your thoughts. With your thoughts you make your world.”
“How could your cover be blown in Canada? Why even bother going dark there? How could you tell?”
“If you could see yourself, hear your own voice, your music. . you wouldn't see darkness. . you'd see an illumination that is all your own. . light and beauty come together in you in a thousand different patterns.”
“You damn your own soul better than I ever could.”
“You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.”