The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.

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

Writers write about what obsesses them. You draw those cards. I lost my mother when I was 14. My daughter died at the age of 6. I lost my faith as a Catholic. When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.

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

Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same twilight, we felt the same pull of the earth beneath our feet. We drank together and broke bread together. We might have made love together, if you had only allowed such a thing. But that’s all changed. You have your youth, yes, and all the dizzying wonder that accompanies the miracle. But I still see death when I look at you. I know now I cannot be your companion, and you cannot be mine

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.