A true teacher would never tell you what to do. But he would give you the knowledge with which you could decide what would be best for you to do.

Slow down. The party won't start until I get there - Jo, Remember me. Page 43.

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.

Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.

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

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.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth.