“A vampire?” MacAullif said.There is no way I can do justice to the skepticism, sarcasm, and mistrust with which MacAullif managed to imbue the word.“That’s right.”“You want me to find a vampire?”“I’d be relieved if you could. I’m afraid he might be dead.”

“How do you kill a vampire? "Silver bullets?”“That’s werewolves.”“Cloves of garlic?”“That’s French bread.”

“It is my personal belief that writing cannot be taught.”

“I’m just trying to do the right thing. I’m a vampire.”“Duh.”“And you’re not.”“Again: duh.”“I could hurt you. I could lose control.”“If you were anyone else, I’d have kneecapped you by now.”

“Sir, it smells like bananna's...maybe you should get that looked at. Quiet down soldier....get your shit together and prepare for attack.”

“Don't you see? You can't be brave without being afraid. The brave ones are always afraid. But they do what they must, even so.”

“You think that theirdying is the worstthing that could happen.Then they stay dead.”