I dropped the candies into the children's bags, thinking: You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories.
Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.
The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?
There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...
In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
You've turned into quite a bossy little thing, Myrnin said. I think I might like it.
Really, it was my fickleness, I sometimes think, that they found unendurable. If I had restricted myself to only one of their sweet girls, and married her, and chewed her neck in private, I suppose I...
Death drives desire.
I come from a long line of body snatchers, probably the top-notch body snatchers in America. No make that the world. Some people might think it's gross digging up bones or corpses, but who asked them?...