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How Can So Much Beauty Hide Such A Bruised And Steely Heart, And Why Must I Love Him, Why Must I Lean In My Weariness Upon His Irresistible Yet Indomitable Strength? Is He Not The Wizend Funeral Spirit Of A Dead Man In A Child's Clothes?

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How Can So Much Beauty Hide Such A Bruised And Steely Heart, And Why Must I Love Him, Why Must I Lean In My Weariness Upon His Irresistible Yet Indomitable Strength? Is He Not The Wizend Funeral Spirit Of A Dead Man In A Child's Clothes?

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I Saw Finally The Futility Of All These Gestures, That Witchcraft Is But A Matter Of Focus-that One Cann Apply One's Fierce And Immeasurable Energies To An Act Of Choice.

Ah, Come Now. I Look Like An Angel, But I'm Not. The Old Rules Of Nature Encompass Many Creatures Like Me. We're Beautiful Like The Diamond-backed Snake, Or The Striped Tiger, Yet We're Merciless Killers

It Is Very Disturbing To See People Use Christianity And The Bible To Support A Certain Political Agenda, Especially When One Cannot Connect That Agenda With The Authentic Teachings Of Christ.

Because I Show You My Pain, I Do Not Of Necessity Love You.

Be Kind. Always If You Have A Choice, Be Kind.

Consequently, If You Believe God Made Satan, You Must Realize That All Satan's Power Comes From God And So That Satan Is Simply God's Child, And That We Are God's Children Also. There Are No Children Of Satan, Really.

Ignore Any Loss Of Nerve, Ignore Any Loss Of Self-confidence, Ignore Any Doubt Or Confusion. Move On Believing In Love, In Peace, And Harmony, And In Great Accomplishment. Remember Joy Isn't A Stranger To You. You Are Winning And You Are Strong. Love. Love First, Love Always, Love Forever.

We Live In A World Full Of Accidents Finally In Which On Aesthetic Principles Have A Consistency Of Which We Can Be Sure. Right And Wrong We Will Struggle With Forever Striving To Create And Maintain An Ethical Balance. Right And Wrong We Will Struggle With Forever, Striving To Create And Maintain An Ethical Balance; But The Shimmer Of Summer Rain Under The Street Lamps Or The Great Flashing Glare Of Artillery Against A Night Sky – Such Brutal Beauty Is Beyond Dispute.

Maybe A New Religion Will Rise Now. Maybe Without It, Man Will Crumble In Cynicism And Selfishness Because He Really Needs His Gods.

That Was My Nature - Going From Temptation After Temptation, Not To Sin, But To Be Redeemed.

I'm Gentleman Death In Silk And Lace, Come To Put Out The Candles. The Canker In The Heart Of The Rose.

I Am Not Times Fool, Nor A God Hardened By The Millennia; I Am Not The Trickster In The Black Cape Nor The Sorrowful Wanderer. I Have A Conscience. I Know Right From Wrong I Know What I Do And Yes, I Do It. I Am The Vampire Lestat. That's Your Answer Do With It As You Will.

Evil Is Just A Point Of View

We Shall Live Even In This State Of Living Death, We Shall Love, We Shall Feel, We Shall Defy All Who Would Judge And Destroy Us.

The Human Heart Is My School.

What Is Fear After All? It Is Indecision. You Seek Some Way To Resist, Escape. There Is None.

Should We Put Out The Light? And Then Put Out The Light. But Once Put Out Thy Light, I Cannot Give It Vital Breath Again. It Needs Must Wither.

Life Itself Must Be Founded Upon The Infinite Possibility For Choice And Accident. And If We Cannot Prove That It Is, We Must Believe That It Is. We Must Believe That We Can Change, That We Can Control, That We Can Direct Our Own Destinies.

I'm Going To Keep On Dealing With The Supernatural In A Lot Of Ways.

The Young Know How Truly Difficult And Dreadful Youth Can Be. Their Youth Is Wasted On Everyone Else, That's The Horror. The Young Have No Authority, No Respect.

"you're A Perfect Devil, Lestat!" He Was Saying. "that's What You Are! You Are The Devil Himself!"

Being Liberated Means Reading What You Want To Read, And Fantasizing About What You Want To Fantasize About.

My Efforts With Hollywood Are Like Things Written In Water.

Why Does Shame And Self-loathing Become Cruelty To The Innocent ?

Oh, My Darling, Wish You Were Here! And My Dark Soul Is Happy Again, Because It Does Not Know How To Be Anything Else For Very Long, And Because The Pain Is A Deep Dark Sea In Which I Would Drown If I Did Not Sail My Little Craft Steadily Over The Surface, Steadily Towards A Sun Which Will Never Rise.

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