“Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.”
“The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.”
“Four hundred years is but a moment in 10,000 years. Time is curved, time is braided. Throw out your clocks.”
“In four hundred years, I’ve never dreamed. Vampires don’t. But after I saved you on the trol ey that night, you invaded my sleep. In my dreams, we’re the same. We can touch, kiss, love. And every dream ends with us … being together forever.”
“And for what portion of human history had people even had desk jobs? Maybe the last four hundred years, out of four million? It wasn’t natural.”
“For every year of peace there have been four hundred years of war.”