I can't help being a gorgeous fiend. It's just the card I drew.

To be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this satisfaction is to burn.

Tell me how bad I am... it makes me feel so good.

I don't like myself, you know. I love myself, of course. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

Maybe I'll obey the rules. Some of them, anyway. What are you going to do if I don't by the way, and haven't I asked you this before?

“Love and love and love in this vampire kiss.”