Book: The Vampire Armand

Is love, perfect love, and in its perfection it gives meaning to everything I ever knew and experienced...

This beauty was apparent great power. It surrounded me like the air, wind or water, but it had no relation to them. She was much more sparse and deep and held me with a formidable force, however, remained invisible, devoid of sensuous form and tension. This power was love.

Ended your night of luxury and lust. You expect the truth.

If I'm an angel, paint me with black wings.

Stay as close to the truth, and then lie sound more believable.

Your heart in my hands, and therefore safe.

Nice to think that when we finally get tired of this world there is a sunrise.

You will never see another sun, but this. But millions of nights will be yours, and you will behold the light, which no mortal. Like Prometheus, you steal it from distant stars, the eternal and infinite light, which will help you to comprehend all the mysteries of the world.

What I reveal to you my pain, doesn't mean I love you.

I don't know anything, because I know too much but understand very little and will never understand. But you and everybody I knew taught me that love is a necessity, as the necessary rain of flowers and trees as food to hungry children, as the blood - hungry scavengers we are, we need love, and love like nothing else can force us to forget and forgive any atrocity.

Every creature fights with its own angels and devils, every being sooner or later makes a choice and becomes an adherent of a certain system of values in life, without which it is impossible to live an authentic life.