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“The tale of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde is simply God and the Devil recast. Read the Old Testament or the Koran. It’s impossible to tell who is God and who is the Devil. As for the New Testament, that’s about a rebellious, idealistic teenager rebelling against his dominant father, yet desperate to be loved by his father. It ends with the father demanding the son’s suicide (death by Roman) in order for the son to win his love. No wonder poor old JC said, 'My God, my God, what hast thou forsaken me'. He had serious abandonment issues. If God lets down his own son, he sure as hell isn’t going to have your back.”

“Non mi piace fare troppe domande, ti fanno pensare al giorno del giudizio universale. Porre una domanda è come mettere in moto una pietra: te ne stai tranquillo e beato sulla sommità di un colle e la pietra comincia a rotolare trascinando con sé altri detriti, e tutto ad un tratto un buon vecchietto, l'ultima persona al mondo cui avresti pensato, si busca un colpo sulla zucca mentre vanga il suo orticello e così la sua famiglia è costretta a cambiar nome [...]”

“They are parts of a single, overall, modern thought-world. According to the customary image socialists bear with them, Nationalism is the Mr. Hyde of that world. He is the Id of modernity, our revived and delirious archaism, the seductive, yet dangerous fellow from the forests who Marx pilloried back in 1843. 'Germano-maniacs' he called them, 'seeking our history of freedom beyond our history, in the primeval 'Teutonic forests'. Alas, the forests are not so easily disposed of as that, either in Germany or elsewhere. Nor are nationalists allowed to forget the fact. But what about Dr. Jekyll? This is the real question I am putting here, and it is all too rarely posed. We - 'on the left' - are assumed to be on his side. We disregard his oddities. He is a strangely Protestant figure, forever tensed up in an irreproachable piety punctuated with terrible nervous ticks. The slightest forest odour sets his forefinger wagging. Though he takes two baths a day to preserve his demeanour and sense of smell, the world remains permanenly unstatisfactory. This must be -one can hardly help feeling - because there is something unsatisfactory inside him somewhere, of which he may be only obscurely conscious.”

“There's two kinds of evil that horror fiction always deals with. One kind is the sort of evil that comes from inside people, like in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The other kind of evil is predestined evil. It falls on you like a stroke of lightning. That's the scary stuff, but, in a way, it's the stuff you don't have to worry about. I gotta worry whether or not I'm getting cavities. I gotta worry about whether cigarettes are giving me cancer. Those are things I can change. Don't give me lightning out of a clear sky. If that hits me I just say, "That's probably the way God meant it to be."”

“Well being in Kiss is having a more limited spectrum. It's a smaller playground to play in because there are limitations. I'm the big bad wolf and I'm supposed to do this and that. There are rules, which are self imposed I must say, but there are rules. We break enough of them, but the truth is that being Gene Simmons in an album called 'Asshole' forged me the opportunity of just recreating myself. Very much Jekyll and Hyde. Mr. Hyde is the big bad guy and Dr. Jekyll has studied and both are connected.”

“If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.”

“Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every soul, lurks JEALOUSY. Jealousy, that most demeaning and debilitating of emotions. Jealousy, which can double the strength of the love upon which it is based, but whilst doubling it, warp and pervert it, untill it is no longer recognizable as the thing of beauty it once was. Jealous love is no more like true love than Mr Hyde was like Dr Jekyll or a stagnant swamp is like a freshwater lake.”

“More worryingly, my baby fangs were out, which usually happened only when I was perilously close to tipping over into Mr. Hyde territory. I quickly drew them back in. It didn’t help much. I still looked like Dracula’s daughter. Which was completely unfair, since he’d only been an uncle.”

“There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror. The brain behind that face never heard of razors, prayers, or the logic of the universe. You turn the mirror sideways and see your face reflected with a sinister left-hand twist, half mad and half sane.”