Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...

So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –

I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me.Gray...