I was good and bad, but never wicked.
A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.
The one thing you share with every mortal is death.
Curses of vanished elders echoed down on me; too pretty, too soft, too pale, eyes far too full of the Devil, ah, that devilish smile
Evil is just a point of view
How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.