Imagine being perpetually 25 years old, and needing to constantly throw away your old ideas and closely-held beliefs in order to fit in.

The anger and apathy thing is just a natural result of living for so many years, nothing to do with being a vampire, they just hate everyone.

I’m not 30, I’m 29+0.999999999…

"She wouldn’t even kill me. She just left. She didn’t even care enough to cut off my head, or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared?"