It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

Why vampires? You write centuries-long family sagas—why not write historical epics without any hint of the supernatural?" "Well, that would be boring, wouldn't it?" "Yeah, God only knows what Tolstoy was thinking.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

Cormac interrupted. 'Maybe I oughta shoot you both, put you both out of your misery.

Now, what does a vampire do with a computer? Keep track of investments? Send e-mail to other vampires as you all plot to take over the world?” “I spend a lot of time on Wikipedia making corrections to the entries of historical figures I’ve known.” I blinked at him. “Really?” “No, Kitty. That was a joke.