He walks in the street, a picture of modesty in his felt hat and his gabardine suit, and all the while he's thinking, "I'm immortal." The world is his, time is his, and I'm nothing but an insect.

I wanted people to obey me! To worship my immortal beauty! To love me forever and ever! This is what everyone wants in Ivywood! That's why we all want to be famous! Fame doesn't last. But the people you brainwash will be your faithful slaves until a special cure is applied.

Metaphysics has as the proper object of its enquiries three ideas only: God, freedom, and immortality.

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.