Anna Paquin Quotes

When you consider the concept of vampirism, it is inherently part of a Western culture.

It's only in modern times that we have come to glorify vampirism.

There are two levels of vampirism: one is the regular vampire, which is just like it has always been; and then there's the super vampires, which are a new breed we've created.

I don't want to be a vampire. A lot of other people do and I think it's that dual nature - we have, you know, terrifying/intriguing.

For cardio, I run every Sunday.

I'm involved with Satanists and activities.

When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?

I'll tell you something of the forbidden horrors she led me into - something of the age-old horrors that even now are festering in out-of-the-way corners with a few monstrous priests to keep them alive. Some people know things about the universe that nobody ought to know, and can do things that nobody ought to be able to do.

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.

Is she for real?” He paused and reconsidered. “Are you for real? Spells? Magic? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I drink blood and control people’s minds. But I’ve never heard of anything like this.

I used to want to be a vampire when I was young. It’d be great, you know? Run around at night, never die, kill people. It sounds like a great life!

Which is why you deal with demons. (Acheron) Who are even more pathetic than humans when you think about it. Personally, I’d rather play video games. Wouldn’t it be great if we could suck the souls of the people we hated into the box, shoot them down and then dance on their entrails? (Jaden)

I sucked blood from one of my best friends

Some of my unhappiest moments have been in organizations. Somehow it seems to be quite respectable to do things in organizations that you would never do in private life. I have had people insult me to my face in front of colleagues. I have had my feelings rammed down my throat on the pretext that it would do me good. I have been required to do things which I didn't agree with because the organization wished it... In my worst moments I have thought organizations were places designed to be run by sadists and staffed by masochists.

I think we ought to close Halloween down. Do you want your children to dress up as witches? The Druids used to dress up like this when they were doing human sacrifice... Your children are acting out Satanic rituals and participating in it, and don't even realize it.

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?

There are demons and there are evil people in the world, and you post a picture like that and some cultist gets a hold of it or a coven and they begin muttering curses against an unborn child.

I have a fairly adequate knowledge of Satanic forces.

Jasper? What do vampires do for bachelor parties? You're not taking him to a strip club, are you?

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

The Hindu, the Oriental, says that the physical is but the shadow of the Eternal, of the Truth; and he says 'In order to understand the Truth, I must let the shadow go, and not concern myself with it, but with the understanding of the Eternal.' So he does not concern himself with the physical. He is more concerned with the quality of mind and heart. Hence there is disease, there is disorder, and there is chaos and neglect and the gradual running down of the physical.

I push against the tree and run away, stumbling, the unreal night playing with me, gravity pulling from below, behind, above, making me fall. And I run through a world that is rotating, conscious of the earth's spin, of our planet twirling as it careens through nothingness, of the stars spiraling above, of the uncertainty of everything, even ground, even sky. Mumtaz never calls out, although a thousand and one voices scream in my mind, sing, whisper, taunt me with madness.

The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?