“"I see..." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window.”

“I walk slowly, but I never walk backward.”

“Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets..”

“Hmph," she said. "I'd like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and a dress with a foot's worth of train!"
"So would I," said Gideon from across the room.”

“I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry.
"That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible."
"Did the psychic think so?”

“i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.”

“most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.”

“Tall windows show Infinity;
And, hard reality,
The candles weep and pry and dance
Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within;
When once I ventured in,
Chill Silence, like a surging sea,
Slowly enveloped me.”

“As we walked out of that room, he put his arm around me and said 'That's a very compelling presentation, and God, we hope you're wrong.”

“I took to my room and let small things evolve slowly.”