28 Quotes by Benjamin R. Smith

The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you'll begin seeing them left and right soon.

Human’s aren’t concerned with reality, merely their perceptions of it.

In some literature, I’ve read, weather is used as a metaphor. The darker and stormier the weather outside the more diabolical the deeds done. When the clouds roll away, however, the rain has washed away all the blood in the streets and the world is clean and new again, as if all the violence and destruction of the storm served a divine purpose.

On a wing and a prayer." (After being asked how the angels make love in Milton's Paradise Lost).

I built them what they wanted and I made a profit off of it. Now they call me a god...What fools these mortals be.

Writing Vampire Erotica is like writing sex scenes for porcupines.

I see a cathedral, for instance, one that’s stood for centuries and I marvel and I wonder... How many people passed through the doors? What did they pray for? How many wars did they wish to see ended? How many christenings, weddings, and funerals? Same thing with a record, I guess. Who bought it? Did they ever make love while it was playing? How many times did they read the notes in the cover? Did a song on the album change their life? I suppose it's odd to think about things like that.

Several things ran through my head as I watched this silent ballet: First, I was running low on pears, my favorite morning fruit. Second, I, as a woman, am much smarter than men, I having displayed foresight this male apparently lacked in regards to trash day. And finally, I desperately needed to see more of this man in his boxers.

Madness doesn’t get off wearing gloves. It needs to feel skin on skin, smell the blood and shit as it brings itself off.