For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

In this world of gossip, a good listener is rarer than a great orator.

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

We all die. It's just a question of when and how horrible it's going to be.

The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of darkness.

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