Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe.

Americans in particular are oddly innocent in their faith that science holds explanations for everything.

Maybe I should go back to teaching school about crazy people instead of being one. (Jim Alvin)

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

If it looks like a hallway, feels like a hallway, and acts like a hallway—is it important to figure out that it isn’t a hallway?

He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been.

I thought you were dead. Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.