You must have more than that to love, because loving, loving keeps us alive, loving is our best defense against time, and time is merciless. Time is a monster. Time devours everything.
It’s Stella. Stella’s got the gift and she’ll get everything when I die.’ ‘And what’s the gift, Miss Mary Beth?’ my mother asked her. ‘Why, Stella’s seen the man,’ Miss Mary Beth said to my mother. ‘And the one who can see the man when she’s all alone inherits all.
Does anybody look better in rags than me?
My Beloved. It made her think of beautiful music, of elegant gentleman in old movies she saw on late night television. Of voices from another time, soft and distinct, the very words like kisses.
Deidre called it twilight. Rita had seen the word written out, all right, but she’d never heard anyone really say it. Twilight.
Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness;.
It’s always the young ones who end it. The ones for whom mortality holds magic. As we grow older it’s eternity that is our boon.
For most people, words are just symbols for sounds, made on paper. For you, they can create all new worlds in your mind.
He could not even see the images which I was seeing, so broken was his heart.
Without Satan, how could there have been the Christ?
You play with your toys and your money and all your fine things, and you forget. You forget and that’s why you’re happy.
The entire history of evil in this world is related to what human beings do to one another in order to survive.
Let me try to tell my stories,′ Marius said. ‘Let my stories do what stories always do. Let them keep you from your darker dreams and from your darker journey. Let them keep you here.
Apparently each century yields a new kind of vampire, or let us say that our course of growth was not set in the beginning any more than the course of human beings.
What mattered now was only that I understood what it meant to cherish others and to cherish life itself. I.
Enjoy your life, fill your belly with wine and food, and accept death. The Gods kept immortality for themselves, death is the lot of man.
He had learned something from a book which others believed must be learned from doing or practice.
And I thought, Yes, this is true of us, this is why we must love one another, because we are each an entire world.
A dread came over him. Everything around him was gray. Nothing tasted good or looked good. It was as if a metallic gloom had gripped his world, and all colors and sensations had paled in it.
As time passed, Michael lost a little faith that he would ever have the love he wanted.