“There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.”

“Mother Florence had once told her that jealousy was the worst of all faults because it prevented a person from being who they were born to be.”

“Daydreaming had spun in her head a book-length "soon-to-be" affair with Percy. He would call her when she returned home, ask her out, pick her up in a Porsche, take her to an expensive restaurant and order lobster, then to the theater, kissing her passionately in his leather upholstered seats afterwards, promising that he would see her the following day, and the day after that. She was still working on the castle-in-the-sky and the happily-ever-after chapters. It was incredible the material an innocent, half-hour conversation could generate.”

“Darkness approaches from outside.I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.”

“Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!”

“As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.”

“I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.”