-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions of the past.

From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?

Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc.

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