The one thing you share with every mortal is death.

an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.

You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals. But these things don't stop me, Mother. I'm too strong for them to stop me. As you said yourself once, I am very good at being what I am. These things merely now and then make me suffer, that's all

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

I didn’t look to the shore much after this first long and memorable glimpse. I looked up at Heaven and her court of mythical creatures fixed forever in the all powerful and inscrutable stars. Ink black was the night beyond them, and they so like jewels that old poetry came back to me, the sound even of hymns sung only by men.

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.