Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.
As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.
You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.
It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.
You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.