You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.
Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.
I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.
In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.
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.
First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.