I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I'd told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that'd be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.

being physically intimidating didn't keep you from getting your feelings hurt. Everyone's heart is the same size.

There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.

And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it.

Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around on, and bear steaks. What they don't tell you as a kid is that sometimes you get the rug and steaks, but you also get some nice scars to go with them. As a child you don't understand that you can win, but that's it's not always worth the price. Once you understand and accept that possibility you become a real grown up, and the world becomes a much more serious place. Not less fun, but once you realize what can go wrong, it's a lot scarier to go hunting "bears".