What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character.

You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.

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 was typing away while everybody was dropping acid and smoking grass. I was known as my own square.

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.

I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you.

You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.