“I will come,' the priest answered, 'for I have read in old books of these strange beings which are neither quick nor dead, and which lie ever fresh in their graves, stealing out in the dusk to taste life and blood.”

“I doubt if I shall ever have time to read the book again -- there are too many new ones coming out all the time which I want to read. Yet an old book has something for me which no new book can ever have -- for at every reading the memories and atmosphere of other readings come back and I am reading old years as well as an old book.”

“Isnt all blood dead? You have never drank fresh blood before, have you?-JaceSimon raised his eyebrow.Well, except for mine which I know tastes fantastic...-Jace”

“It had been a couple of years and I was neither dead, nor undead, which I ranked as an achievement.”

“For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,To stir men’s blood: I only speak right on;I tell you that which you yourselves do know;”

“I am a book I neither wrote nor read.”