I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.

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

As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

I do want to go another way - to write something completely different.

The world doesn't need any more mediocrity or hedged bets.

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.