I Will Write Things, He Was Thinking.

The Old Gods Will Bring About Vengeance Not So Much Because They Exist But Because I Once Honored Them.

Oh, My Darling, Wish You Were Here! And My Dark Soul Is Happy Again, Because It Does Not Know How To Be Anything Else For Very Long, And Because The Pain Is A Deep Dark Sea In Which I Would Drown If I Did Not Sail My Little Craft Steadily Over The Surface, Steadily Towards A Sun Which Will Never Rise.

When You Make His Sandwiches, Put A Sexy Or Loving Note In His Lunch Box.

I Think Love Can Save The World. When We Love, We Completely Recognize The Value Of The Other.

The Vampire Is An Outsider. He's The Perfect Metaphor For Those Things. He's Someone Who Looks Human And Sounds Human, But Is Not Human, So He's Always On The Margins.