The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.

All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")

When I'm writing, especially when I'm writing in first person, I don't think about the characterization, or how they are going to express themselves, I just express my own approach to these things. I think most writers can never divorce themselves from their private lives and personas; they are the ones that are writing. And the more they remove themselves from their own persona, the more, perhaps, mechanical the work becomes.

Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.

What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?

But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog's head. He had such a terrible yearning to love something again, and the dog was such a beautiful ugly dog.