İs the stinking devil’s pool so deep that its mud sullies even your glowing robe?
(O kokuşmuş şeytanın çukuru o kadar derin mi ki, çamuru senin parıldayan cüppeni bile kirletiyor?)
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here!
Shakespeare, The Tempest
“This is killing me. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this.”
“It’s supposed to kill you, Sonny, that’s how you know that the right parts of you are dying. Do you see the peaking stars above?” Reaper asked as he set his cigarette out in the sand next to him. Sonny nodded, wiping his tears with a blood-soaked sleeve.“Hope punctures holes into our black sky to tell us that this ever present darkness is only for a short while. There is a light Sonny, and it’s breaking in piece by piece. I have given you darkness, but in time you will see its stars. In time, light will break through, but for now, the killing in you has begun. I know it hurts, I know its voice too, but what I know more is that all of your dying will lead to life. What feels like death to you is the side of you that needs to die.”
O ünlü alinti ile sonunda karsilastim;)
"Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here."
"Cehennem bomboş,
Tüm şeytanlar burada..."
This evil, this concept, it comes from disappointment, from bitterness! Don't you see? Children of Satan! Children of God! Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves? How could you believe in these old fantastical lies, these myths, these emblems of the supernatural?
