“Tell Allen I plead guilty to vampirism and other crimes against life. But I love him and nothing else cancels love.”

“I love you, Ivy. I'll never stop loving you."She leaned against the winsow, looking out on a pale and glittering night. She looked through tears.I prayed for one more chance to reach you," he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you, Ivy, and you were meant for someone else."She stood up straight. "No."Yes, love," he said, softly but firmly.No!"Promise me, Ivy-"I'll promise you nothing but that I love you," she cried.Listen to me," Tristan pleaded. "You know I can't stay any longer."The pale, glittering night was raining now, and fresh tears gleamed on her cheeks, but he had to leave.I love you," he said. "I love you. Love him.- Tristan Carruthers -”

“I love you in such a greedy way, I’m guiltyabout it.” She tilted her head back as he moved his lips to her throat.“Guilty is for crimes. Always is for love.”

“As to the charge that I am a cranky old man, I plead guilty.”

“I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I'd always loved him, & that life-& I- had never been the same without him there.”

“The spelling and handwriting were those of a man imperfectly educated, but still the language itself was forcible. In the expressions of endearment there was a kind of rough, wild love; but here and there were dark unintelligible hints at some secret not of love,----some secret that seemed of crime. "We ought to love each other," was one of the sentences I remember, "for how everyone else would execrate us if all was known." Again: "Don't let anyone be in the same room with you at night,----you talk in your sleep." And again: "What's done can't be undone; and I tell you there's nothing against us unless the dead could come to life." Here there was underlined in a better handwriting (a female's), "They do!”