Quotes About Vampires

And if the common people ever realise that vampires exist, it will be a very short time indeed before naked noonday identity parades are required by law.

Oh, and if the Nazgûl aren't already on the alert for reports of vampires entering the country, I'm a chocolate teapot.

A pair of vampires with clipboards walk into the back of a church in time for evening mass.

Jack grabbed Phil's arm to teleport back to Romatech. Phil muttered a curse. "If you say one word about this to the other guys, I will stake you in your sleep." "Don't worry, sweetheart. If they find out about this, I'll stake myself.

Teagan: How long has it been since you read a book that didn't havevampires in it? Abby: They write books with no vampires? Wait...the penguins made us read that Shakesrear guy, right? Teagan: Shakespeare.

Reading a book carves brand-new neural pathways into the ancient cortical bedrock of our brains. It transforms the way we see the world. Makes us, as Nicholas Carr puts it in his recent essay 'The Dreams of Readers', 'more alert to the inner lives of others'. We become vampires without being bitten. In other words, more empathic. Books make us see in a way that casual immersion in the Internet, and the quickfire virtual world it offers, doesn't.

We become vampires without being bitten—in other words, more empathic.

Somebody hates vampires, Mr. Chambeaux, but I have no idea who or why. Haven't they read Twilight?

Tagged by a whiny little vamp. Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.

Quite a few vampires, especially the elders, regarded those who creep through graveyard shadows in batwing capes and fingerless black gloves as an Edinburgh gentleman might look upon a Yankee with a single Scots grandparent who swathes himself in kilts and tartan sashes, prefaces every remark with quotes from Burns or Scott and affects a fondness for bagpipes and haggis.

God, the vampire women! What a pack of foaming she-cats!

Mmm. Let me guess. I like to drink the blood of innocents, feast on the entrails of knights and eat the hearts of small children everywhere. (Sin) Aye, that was much the consensus. (Callie) Well, I hope you didn't go to such trouble to feed me. I fear 'tis off season for good blood, and knights can be rather testy when you disembowel them. (Sin)

Pixies have to be invited in, like vampires. I read it on the Internet." "Well, there you go," I mutter. "Then it must be true.

Damn stupid vampires and their stupid sense of stupid superiority-

Why vampires? You write centuries-long family sagas—why not write historical epics without any hint of the supernatural?" "Well, that would be boring, wouldn't it?" "Yeah, God only knows what Tolstoy was thinking.

If vampires ever spend less time playing theatrics and living down to their stereotypes, they might actually take over the world someday

Clary felt suddenly annoyed. "When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?" "Exsanguinated," said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word." "And you're a big-" "Tsk tsk," he interupted. "No swearing in church.

Unlike the great vampires of the Anne Rice series, The Lost Boys movie or, more recently, True Blood, there is nothing "bad ass" in the least about the Twilight bloodsuckers. In that simpering world, centuries-old vampires mope over 17-year olds, attend high school, and sparkle in the sunlight.

The weak are the most treacherous of us all. They come to the strong and drain them. They are bottomless. They are insatiable. They are always parched and always bitter. They are everyone's concern and like vampires they suck our life's blood.

Peabody, are you wearing a cross? What? Me? Her cheeks went pink as she clear her throat. It just happened that I know Mariella in Records, who just happened to have one, and I happened to borrow it. Just for backup. I see. And would you also be carrying a pointy stick? Not unless you mean McNab. Eve stopped at a light and turned around in her seat. Repeat after me: Vampires do not exist. Vampires do not exist, Peabody recited.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.

God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy. Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types. But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard? Eugene?

Yo, cop. We're heading for Screamer's. You wanna come? Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him. Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn't have to sit alone at lunch after all.

Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.