My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

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

I can't keep up with Stephen King's output.

One tiny flame could make so many other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world.

Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I'm not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We're beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger, yet we're merciless killers

Perhaps I fear him because I could love him again, and in loving him, I would come to need him, and in needing him, I would again be his faithful pupil in all things, only to discover that his patience for me is no substitute for the passion which long ago blazed in his eyes.

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.