The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world. I feel a great surge of energy when I acknowledge that there is a world beyond this one.
I saw these men and knew what they wanted, that this was vice, and despicable, and the price of it was Hell.
I crossed the street. The snow felt rather good, but then I'm a monster.
The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.
The death of another person is perhaps the only genuine supernatural event we ever experience.
You are the night, and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms.