"Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spend my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive.

'The Devil made me do it.' I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.

And then they die, and they come here (having transgressed against what they believe to be right) and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. I don't make them come here. They talk of me going around and buying souls, like a fishwife come market day, never stopping to ask themselves why. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No. They belong to themselves ...

... they just hate to have to face up to it."
- February 1991, Hell.

"It comes down to this. If you do this, there will be a certain amount of pretension and hyperbole involved. You cannot do it unless you believe that you have something to say that I need to hear. You cannot believe that unless you greatly exaggerate the uniqueness, lucidity, and subsequent importance of your insight.

If you can live with that (and I think you can), then you will continue here. If you cannot, then you will walk away."
- June 2003, Here.