The words used to form this artwork are:

• We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light.
• Night is when we slake our thirst.
• The vampire is an outsider. He's the perfect metaphor for those things. He's someone who looks human and sounds human, but is not human, so he's always on the margins.
• I always thought the appeal for vampires are the same as religion, the desire to avoid death and live forever.
• To the jaded eye, all vampires seem alike, but they are wonderful in their versatility.
• Some come to life in moonlight, others are killed by the sun, some pierce with their eyes, others with fangs, some are reactionary, others are rebels, but all are disturbingly close to the mortals they prey on. I can think of no other monsters who are so receptive.
• Vampires are neither inhuman nor non-human nor all-too-human, they are simply more alive than they should be.
• Most of all I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side, to the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted. You'll be back. When the hunger knows no reason! And then you'll need to feed, and you'll need me to show you how.
• The whole bed would have been drenched to a scarlet with the blood the girl must have lost. In trance she died, and in trance she is Un-Dead, too, There is no malign there, see, and so it make it hard that I must kill her in her sleep.
• The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him.