"Now that my fingernails are ten steel knives, now that my lips are colder, thinner and sharper than their mortal blades, now that with a single glance I can wither a whole plantation, now that with my breath alone I can induce monstrous epidemics, these paths I take could be internal as much as external, just like reflections on velvet."

—Gherasim Luca, The Passive Vampire