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.

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

I was influenced by the medieval theological beliefs when I presented Satan in Jesus' dream as unable to figure out who or what Jesus is, and unable to see the future.

My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.

I have to move away from organized religion. The toxic confusion and anger I was feeling in church had become too great.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

You think I live in the past. You don't understand that I actually change with every era, I always have as best I can