What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs." "We don't grow fangs you idiot!

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

I'd like to do something to help the worst afflicted, but I can't. It's not possible to save everybody. Even heroes have their all-too-human limits.

For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

I gulped, then stepped over the threshold into the house where I'd lived as a boy. After eighteen long years of wandering, I had finally come home.

Destiny is a tower of cards - nudge one just an inch and everything stacked on top comes crashing down. P116

Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods. Their ways are not meant for the humble likes of us. But we've decoded some of their secrets regardless. Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of eagles and learned some small truths and means of flight. But we can never really fly. We try, and succeed to a certain extent, but the fall is always - will always be - there.