“A house as old as this one becomes in time a living thing. It starts holding onto things, keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. Some of them good, and some are bad, some should never be spoken about again.”

“ I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, the blackest eyes…the devil’s eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply…evil.”

“This is what I’ve seen in the four weeks since infection. People killing people. Which is much what I saw in the four weeks before infection, and the four weeks before that, and before that, and as far back as I care to remember. People killing people. Which to my mind, puts us in a state of normality right now.”

“ Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? ”

“One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach, all the damn vampires.”