He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.
Lucifer’s hairy ball sack! You’ve become a morlock.
Michael: There's nothing here to fear. Lucifer: Well, there's always the truth.
When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.
Dialogic is not to be identified with love. But love without dialogic, without real outgoing to the other, reaching to the other, the love remaining with itself - this is called Lucifer.
I wanted to marry Lucifer... I don't consider Lucifer an evil force...I feel his presence with his music. I feel like he comes and sits on my piano...
Father Lucifer, you never looked so sane.
On some of my darkest days, Lucifer's the one who comes and gives me an ice cream.
I wanted to marry Lucifer. I feel his presence in my music.
I sold my soul to the devil. Lucifer will have my soul.
O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.