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

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

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.

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.

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

If vampires ever spend less time playing theatrics and living down to their stereotypes, they might actually take over the world someday