Character: Louis de Pont du Lac. Page 2

You can't expect to find sympathy from people. They are stupid.

You turned the idea of a bunch of stuff, and sitting on it, we really we look like idiots.

The hardest to part with life, when she is on the verge of blossoming.

It is better to see a man dead than to give him uncivil reception.

Killing, every time I die and born again.

When they kill, everything happens very quickly and almost unnoticeably for the victim. But now I saw before me the slow decline of life in the body exhausted, but still refusing to surrender to the vampire, for years, sucked out his juices, the name of which is time.

That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw his last dawn. I remember him well, though I can't remember a single sunrise to him. I watched his brilliance one last time as if for the first time. And then I said goodbye to sunlight and went out to become what I became.

I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for two hundred years.

- Who is she to you? A living doll?
- Immortal child.

I have long ceased to build castles in the air, and lived for the moment; eternally young and eternally ancient, I predstavljanja yourself something like a watch ticking in a void: the face dial is painted white, eyes staring to nowhere; a carved ivory hands-hands show the time for anybody... in the rays of the primordial light, which existed before the world began, before the Lord separated the light from darkness. Tick-tock, ticking the most accurate clock in the world, in an empty room the size of the universe.

That means death for one who is destined to live to the end of the world? And what is the "end of the world", it is not an empty phrase, because no one really knows what is this light?

I suddenly realized that rummage frantically in the air with his hands and can't can't find her, as in a nightmare when doors do not open, does not retract the drawer, and you again and again is pointless banging your head against the wall and can't understand why nothing happens, why is the shawl thrown over the back of a chair, gives you a deadly horror...

What should have been done to Christ, so I followed him, like Peter or Matthew? First of all, well and tastefully dressed, in addition to have thick blond hair.

- ... knowing the essence of evil, not necessarily become a villain. And is it, knowing the so-called good, is sure to become good?
- What remains?
Emptiness... and vampirism. It's the only thing in the void.