Truly it it not the tragedies that destroy us, but the memories of them.

I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

When you were in love you knew no fear or hatred.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

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.

What you wish for, what you most hope for - that is your greatest illusion.