There Were Worse Things Than Dying, And

Yes, I'm Married, But I'm Not A Corpse.

That's How Darkness Works. It Turns Love Into Something Bad.

People Today, Vampyres And Humans Alike, Believe The Earth Is Just A Dead Thing That They Live On-that It Is Somehow Wrong Or Evil Or Barbaric To Listen To The Voices Of The Souls Of The World, And So The Heart And The Nobility Of An Entire Way Of Life Dried Up And Withered Away.

Pain Was Good. If I Hurt, It Meant I Wasn't Dead.

Maybe She Was Drunk - The Woman Never Could Drink. One Little Sniff Of Tequila And She Was Off Into Some Blonde La-la Land.