For me, places have a tremendous impact. I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.

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.

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.

I feel like an outsider, and I always will feel like one. I've always felt that I wasn't a member of any particular group.

I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.

You know nothing... And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire who made that vampire knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.