She was innately suspicious of language because she could “hear” with remarkable accuracy what lay behind it, and also she just didn’t know how to talk very well.
It has its dark splendor, to walk the nightmare terrain forever.
We are the things that others fear,” I said. “Remember that.
We have the future now,” she whispered. “Does it matter that we’ve wasted so many opportunities to meet in the past?
There is not a single one of us, no matter how old, that does not have a moral heart, an educated heart, a heart that learned to love while human, and a heart that should have learned ever more deeply to love as preternatural.
And you are with us and one of us, and we are the people of the moon and the stars.
Don’t be a fool for the devil, darling! Unless he treats you a damn sight better than the Almighty!
What had really given birth to the Romantic Movement in the history of human ideas was affluence – an increase in the number of people who had plenty enough to eat, enough education to read and write, and time to ruminate on their own personal emotions.
It’s hard to imagine Buffy the Vampire Slayer without Interview with the Vampire.
She was coming. She was moving close to the hall. He felt himself slip away from his body into pure listening; yes, it was she. All the sounds of the night rose to confuse him, yet he caught it; a low irreducible sound which she could not veil, the sound of her breathing, of the beat of her heart, of a force moving through space at tremendous and unnatural speed, causing the inevitable tumult amid the visible and the invisible.
Don’t go,” he said, and his voice was so soft and imploring that it took my breath away. But I was already going. I barely heard him call out to me: “I need you. You’re the only friend I have.” How tragic those words! I wanted to say I was sorry, sorry for all of it. But it was too late now for that. And besides, I think he knew. All life seemed utterly unbearable to me now.
Of course, it’s about faith – faith that this is God’s world and we’re God’s children. How could it not be about faith? I think if one truly loves God with all one’s heart, then one has to love everybody else. It’s not a choice. And you don’t love them because it scores you points with God. You love them because you are trying to see them and embrace them as God sees and embraces them. You are loving them because they are alive.
To die or not to die, that is the question; it is nobler to live in torment and rage than not to live at all?
I gave one last cry, trying to free my hands, trying to fix upon him, for I knew full well what he meant to do. In a dark flash of movement, he was gone, and I was lying on the floor. The candle had fallen over on the desk and had gone out. Only the light of the dying fire filled the little room. And the shutters of the door stood open, and the rain was falling, thin and quiet, yet steady. And I knew I was completely alone.
And so a ghost of him had been created by her hatred and her rage. It was fading, yet it still stalked her, even here in the safe hallways of her own domain.
All you can do, he thought, is fight to stay alive, to stay conscious, to remain a witness and hope somehow there is a meaning to it.
I mean it’s a concept born out of moral idiocy, this idea of love!
In fact, she had the neuter-gender quality of an angel.
Here’s my love, not in little droplets, but from the very river of my being. It reaches all the way down to the roots of my being, tangling my heart in its burning mesh. For you. Drink deep.
When a being reveals his pain in such a torrent, you are bound to respect the whole of the tragedy.