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Peter Says; Quotes

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Assorted quotes I am fond of from Peter Steele, the rest of Type O Negative and quotes they have passed on…

“You wanna call me a pussy? I say you are what you eat!” ~Peter S. introducing the song ‘Wolf Moon’ at a concert.

Had I not known I was dead already, I would have mourned my loss of life. ~Ota Dokan (1486)

Betwixt birth and death, every breath regret. I pity the living, envy for the dead. ~*P.S./TON

I love you for hating me, I hate you for loving me. Save yourself. ~*

No Hope=No Fear. ~P.S.

Place Not Your Faith in the Deeds of Others; For What is Given, can be Taken Away. ~P.S.

Don’t Mistake Lack of Talent for Genius. ~*

Gravity…Killing Me;
Gravity…Crushing Me~*

Suicide is Self Expression… ~*

Cold Winter Winds that chill my heart/With sleet and snow/Not from the North, come to this glacial abode/But from your dimension/Cryogenic Limbo./I’m Freezing. I’m Frozen. Its too Late. ~*

A Crimson Pool so warm and deep, lulls me to an endless sleep. Your hand in mine, I will be brave- Take me from this Earth.
An Endless Night, this, the end of life.
From the Dark I feel your Lips, and I Taste your Bloody Kiss… ~*

Damn me father, for I must Sin…I am forced to dwell in Grey Autumnal Twilight…I am Suspended in Dusk. ~*

Saint Lucifer Hear Me Praying to Thee…
Ave, ave, Satanus… ~*

Not long ago but far away- A rainy Winters day, all her pain, she kept inside, could no longer hide. No cry for help, she killed herself, both life and love could not be saved. She took them both to the grave. ~*

Be spiderwebbed and glazed in frost, she wears death beautifully; more stunning now than in he life on a bed of Autumn leaves…Into her eyes and quite surprised I whispered ‘Don’t you leave…’ ~*

Don’t be afraid of the Green Light. ~*

If God were suddenly Condemned to live the life which He has inflicted on Men, He would Kill Himself.
-Alexander Dumas

And a Bonus:
‘Fear Is The Mindkiller.’ ~Fear Factory

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