As if it were our very birthright, which we could not come to grasp the meaning of until this time of middle life when we looked on only as many years ahead as already lay behind us.

The one thing you share with every mortal is death.

We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.

I assume I don't need an introduction.

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.

The library furnished our dreams, helped us shape our ambitions, made up people of books and ideas and grand designs.

You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.