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.

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.

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

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

Stupid, fragile mortals.