Goodnight sweet Prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest....-Claudia DeLioncourt

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over my lips, my hands!

You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.
And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.

Consequently, if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan's power comes from God and so that Satan is simply God's child, and that we are God's children also. There are no children of Satan, really.

I didn't want to be in hell, even for a moment. I sure as hell wasn't going there just to spit in the face of the Prince of Darkness, whoever he might be!

On the contrary, if I was a damned thing, then let the son of a bitch come for me! Let him tell me why I was mean to suffer. I would truly like to know.

As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.