It doesn't matter. You are what you are. I am what I am. We are the same-when you take the time to remember me.

Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off.

There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.

How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.

God is God. His name doesn't matter.