A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant...
You have made me ashamed of the wasted years. You have made me acknowledge that no darkness has ever been deep enough to extinguish my personal knowledge of love. And all around me in this world I see...
It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the...
Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.
You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal my...
There are so many books I mean to read, and things I mean to see.
It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone...
Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, Ah, you are my friend, how I love you, things like that to each other?...it was a matter of a concept of evil, wasn't it? All creatur...
Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!
I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened in the way that we dream of others listening, his face seeming to reflect on every thing said. He did not...