You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

They were not my friends, after all. They were just the people I went to school with.

Kim Newman's Anno Dracula is back in print, and we must celebrate. It was the first mash-up of literature, history and vampires, and now, in a world in which vampires are everywhere, it's still the best, and its bite is just as sharp. Compulsory reading, commentary, and mindgame: glorious.

The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.

In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the lips and face and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smile and kept moving. If I could have physically passed away, just let it all go, like that, without doing anything, stepped out of life as easily as walking through a door I would have done. But I was going to sleep at night and waking in the morning, disappointed to be there and resigned to existence.