The only great darkness I'm good at fighting is the one inside all of us. I'd like to light a fire inside everyone that can burn forever

You can realize your dream, as long as it’s got enough nightmare in it

Prepare yourselves
for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!

Erre es korakas, Blinky!" Dionysus cursed. "I will have your soul!

In strange ways hard to know gods come to men.
Many a thing past hope they have fulfilled,
And what was looked for went another way.
A path we never thought to tread God found for us.
So this has come to pass.

The picture of the bacchante who stands motionless and stares into space must have been well known. Catullus is thinking of her when he tells of the abandoned Ariadne, who follows her faithless lover with sorrowing eyes as she stands on the reedy shore ‘like the picture of a maenad.’ Indeed, melancholy silence becomes the sign of women who are possessed by Dionysus. […]
Madness dwells in the surge of clanging, shrieking, and pealing sounds, it dwells also in silence. The women who follow Dionysus get their name, maenads, from this madness. Possessed by it, they rush off, whirl madly in circles, or stand still, as if turned to stone.