Thirst No. 1 Quotes

“When you are in love you know no fear or hatred. when you are fearful there is no possibility of love or hatred. And when there is hate, there is only hate.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“A lover who hates, a saint who sins, and an angel who kills.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“God is God. His name doesn’t matter.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“Then you should have never been born”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“Suddenly I felt the weight of shattered dreams.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars,each shimmering in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant,fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“But centuries of time have not made me insensitive”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“we were here to become like God. To live like his blessed son. We just needed a few pints of Christ's blood to do so.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“In the heart are three emotions—I felt them then: love, fear, and hatred. I could see that an individual could only have one of the three at a time. When you were in love you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“He said, where there is love, there is my grace.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“Time cannot destroy it. I am that love—time cannot touch me. Time but changes the form. Somewhere in some time it will return. When you least expect it, the face of a loved one reappears. Look beyond the face and—”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“But desperate people often forget their religion when they need it most.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna.
He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind.
"When will I see you again, my Lord?"
He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye."
"Even on earth?"
He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there."
"Why that, my Lord?"
He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine.
"One quest always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion."
"Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?"
"Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“People in power always take advantage of those without power.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“I am not going to leave,” he says. I sigh. “It may be too late for that already. Stay then. Watch. Pray.” “To Krishna?” “God is God. His name doesn’t matter. But I think only he can help us now.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“In that night all time was lost, and all love was tainted.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“Ah, history, what an illusion humanity has of the past. And yet scholars argue the reality of their texts until they are blue in the face, even though something as recent as the Second World War is remembered in a manner that has no feeling for the times. For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history. The majority of people recollect World War II as a great adventure against impossible odds, while it was nothing but an unceasing parade of suffering. How quickly mortals forget. But I forget nothing. Even I, a bloodthirsty harlot if ever there was one, have never witnessed a glorious war.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“He cries, “Please! I don’t want to die.” I lean over. My hair smothers him. “Then you should never have been born,” I say.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna.
He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind.
"When will I see you again, my Lord?"
He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye."
"Even on earth?"
He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there."
"Why that, my Lord?"
He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine.
"One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion."
"Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?"
"Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“In the heart are three emotions—I felt them then: love, fear, and hatred. I could see that an individual could only have one of the three at a time.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice