I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach.

Phil was mumbling that Reuben might become a writer after all and writers had a way of "redeeming everything that ever happens to them.

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

I assume I don't need an introduction.

Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.

Memnoch the Devil happen to be my favorite of all The Vampire Chronicles.