Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.
No, death hadn't changed [Willie] much. But just in case, I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket.
Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.
Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.
Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.
If they cheat, can I shoot them?