“If I’m an angel, paint me with black wings.”

“A boy’s face, cheeks, lips, eyes, yes, and reddish-golden hair in provision. Good Lord, it was I…it was not a canvas but a mirror. It was this Amadeo.”

“And all the lives I’d lived, and the worlds I’d known, seemed even less substantial.”

I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.

One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your superiority, another shut you out... And the veil will always come down between you Make a legion, you will be, always and forever alone!

…it’s not the truth about others that will set you free, but the truth about yourself.