I have a fork and a spoon, but never a knife… as if I’m lacking manual skills or teeth. I have both, however. That’s why I’m not allowed a knife.

Everybody acts as if they have free will. They act as if they can make these decisions; do they know they don't? I think there's been some back-down on the idea that everything is determined.

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?

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.

I didn't much like it, this grudge-holding against the past.

All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.

Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.