Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we'll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

Because," she said, "that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn't they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which men want to live.

Perhaps this is the only real evil left.

Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.