Write down the thoughts and even more, write down a specific line. If you don't, it'll fly away forever.

The bell that measures time is ringing

Reading is one of the most individual things that happens. So every reader is going to read a piece in a slightly different way, sometimes a radically different way.

Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?

Vampires get the joy of flying around and living forever, werewolves get the joy of animal spirits. But zombies, they're not rich, or aristocratic, they shuffle around. They're a group phenomenon, they're not very fast, they're quite sickly. So what's the pleasure of being one?

If your not annoying somebody, you're not alive.

Knowing was a temptation. What you don't know won't tempt you.