You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

The most content people are those who expect nothing, who have ceased to dream.

I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didn't care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was to turn to hate, to fear. They seemed so opposite, the feelings, yet they were all one note on his flute.

I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.

This problem - it is age old. To do what is right and save the day without destroying the very thing the day is lived for.

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.