You either mellow at 30, or your head explodes - take your choice.

I like conventions. I like meeting and greeting. I'm perched on that edge where I'm getting more attention than I quite know what to do with, though.

If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork.

Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.

I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.