We are a cruse of the shadows; we are a secret. We are eternal.
Not a day goes by, when I don’t ask a cosmic question. Does life have meaning? Or is this all smoke and mirrors? Are we all doomed?
We were in Paris. And we were going to live forever.
You think I’m a doll, don’t you? You think I’m cute and made of poured wax and you’ll stay as long as I stay.
Her sobs grew worse, more bitter, until finally I bent and kissed her soft neck and cheeks. Winter plums. Plums from an enchanted wood where the fruit never falls from the boughs. Where the flowers never wither and die.
Understand the style of garment that adorns your body, the styles of dwellings in which you spend your leisure hours, the place in which you hunt. Understand what it means to feel the passage of time! Yes, and feel all the pain of seeing things die... Of course. You are made to triumph over time, not to run from it.
All I want here is a certain space, a certain peace. Or not to be here at all.
Use the power inside you. Don’t abhor it anymore. Use that power! And when they see you in the streets above, use that power to make your face a mask and think as you gaze on them as on anyone: beware.
Making him to be my mate, I made a mirror who saw me all the more clearly as a monster.
You’re mine, of my flesh and of my blood.
You know what it takes to teach philosophy here? You have to lie. You have to fling meaningless words as fast as you can at young people, and brood when you can’t answer, and make up nonsense and ascribe it to the old Stoics.
It seemed to me in my wild and passionate soul, in my newborn vampiric heart, that the Magi had come only for Christ’s birth but for my rebirth as well.
What was I to do with this pain? How should I be rid of it? How long would it torment me right here in the city of Venice where I had chosen to seek comfort from mortals and give back to the world in secret payment my blessed and well-educated boys?
The men deserve what will happen to them. As a species, they will reap what they have sown.
The possibility of peace on earth has always existed, and there have always been people who could realise it, and preserve it, and those people are women. If one takes away the men.
I’ve always been my own teacher,” I said soberly. “And I must confess I’ve always been my favorite pupil as well.
The beginning is no longer important. What matters is that the end may be at hand.
Maybe the old ones are right. I refer now to the true immortals – the blood drinkers who’ve survived the millennia – who say that none of us really changes over time; we only become more fully what we are.
I have it in my heart. It’s mine alone, this pain.
What a smile. What a dazzle. How I wished for an instant that I had loved him.