If You're Really Tired, I Could Put

I Was Joking With Isabelle About Vampires Right Before It Happened. Just Trying To Make Her Laugh, You Know? What Freaks Out Jewish Vanpires? Silver Stars Of David? Chopped Liver? Check For Eighteen Dollars?

He Was Gazing At Her, The Way One Did When One Felt One Was Unobserved. He Had That Look On His Face, The Look He Usually Got Only When He Was Playing The Violin, As If He Were Completely Caught Up And Entranced.

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.

For The First Time Valentine Glanced Down At The Body Of Brother Jeremiah. "i Did Kill Him, And The Rest Of The Silent Brothers As Well. I Had To. They Had Something I Needed." "what? A Sense Of Decency?

I Feel Myself Dissolving, Vanishing Into Nothingness, For If There Is No One In The World Who Cares For You, Do You Really Exist At All?