I'm fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on...

Who knew that better than I, who had presided over the death of my own body, seeing all I called human wither and die only to form an unbreakable chain which held me fast to this world yet made me forever its exile, a specter with a beating heart?

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.

‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity.