“A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.”

“Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.”

“They said a child had died in the attic. Her clothes had been discovered in the wall.I wanted to go up there, and to lie down near the wall, and be alone.They'd seen her ghost now and then, the child. But none of these vampires could see spirits, really, at least not the way that I could see them. No matter. It wasn't the company of the child I wanted. It was to be in that place.”

“You know nothing... And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire who made that vampire knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.”

“I see." said the vampire thoughtfully.”

“There was something vampiric about. . music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don't believe in the supernatural. . .the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music.”

“I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.”