He who loses his motherland loses everything.
Being lost with you is better than being found and alone.
1791 was the year it happened. I was 24. Younger than you are now... But times were different then. I was a man at that age. The master of a large plantation, just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth. She and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would've been happy to join them. I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all: my wealth...my estate...my sanity. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted.
Now, remember last night when you asked after Mama? She's gone, Charlie, and there's a few things we need to get this straight. There's her photographs, there's here clothes. We will keep things the way they are in the room. Just... keep things the way they are... I'm not much good, Charlie. And they'll found that out soon enough. But she's not going to be coming back, so it's just you and me. But she'll be with us in our hearts. Cos we love her.
I lost one family. I ain't gonna lose one another.
All in vain if you die a meaningless death