The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

Every moment must be first known and then savored.

I drank, sucking the blood out of the holes, experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment, the body focused with the mind upon one vital source.

The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can't live without her.

Maybe we do go home, finally.

First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.