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[...] So Important To Believe In A Concept Of Goodness, Even If We Make It Up Ourselves. We Don't Really Make It Up. It's There, Isn't It?" "oh, Yes, It's There," She Said. "it's There Because We Put It There.

Suffering Of Sentient Beings Is Like Decay; It Fertilizes The Growth Of Their Souls.

Believe In Angels? Then Believe In Vampires. Believe In Me. There Are Worse Things On Earth.

Nothing In All The World Is So Nonsensical And Contradictory, Save Mortals, That Is, Who Live In The Grip Of The Superstitions Of The Past.

As For Oblivion, Well, We Can Wait A Little While For That.

You Make Me Miserable. You Really Do, I Want You To Know That. Much As I Love You, Much As I Need You, Much As I Can't Exist Without You, You Make Me Miserable.

I Find At Moments I'm As Fragile As Glass.

….it Was A Brave Man’s Fear. I Knew What He Meant. What Must A Brave General Feel When He Knows The Battle Has Gone Against Him And Nothing Remains But Death?

I Am Afraid Of Death. I Believe Nothing, And Therefore Like Many Who Believe Nothing I Must Make Something, And That Something Is The Meaning Which I Give My Life.

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

We're Frightened Of What Makes Us Different.

You Are Alone When Something Like This Happens. Doesn't Matter How Many People Love You And Want To Help You. You Are Alone. When Marchent Died, She Was Alone.

In The Very Depths Of Hell, Do Not Demons Love One Another?

I'm Definitely More Influenced By European Writers Than I Am By American Writers, There's No Doubt About That.

European Countries

And When A Strong Man Is Sweet, Even Goddesses Look Down From Mount Olympus.

My Body Is No Schoolboy.

I Know Christianity; And I Know I Have To Move Away From It And Approach Jesus Christ On My Own. I Have To Talk To Him Directly And Seek His Guidance And Protection As I Seek To Make My Commitment To Him Central To My Life.

Evil Is Always Possible. Goodness Is A Difficulty.

I Was Good And Bad, But Never Wicked.

Was It Fair To Say I Didn't Know The Full State Of My Soul?

I Don't Like Myself You Know. I Love Myself. I'm Devoted To Myself Till My Dying Day. But I Don't Like Myself.

Don't You See? It Is A New Age. It Requires A New Evil. And I Am That New Evil.

Heaven Would Be Hell In No Time If Every Cruel, Selfish, Vicious Soul Went To Heaven.

I Was Particularly Stunned By The Casting Of Cruise, Who Is No More My Vampire Lestat Than Edward G. Robinson Is Rhett Butler.

When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always There. I Go Where The Pain Is.

And Books, They Offer One Hope -- That A Whole Universe Might Open Up From Between The Covers, And Falling Into That Universe, One Is Saved.

I Can't Believe The World Was Created In Six Days. I Do Not Take Genesis Or Revelation Literally. I Am Out. I Am Alone. I Am An Outsider For Christ. I Will Study My Bible, And Pray To God In Private And Alone. I Have No Other Choice.

Words. Borne On The Ever Swelling Current Of Hatred, Like Flowers Opening In The Current, Petals Peeling Back, Then Falling Apart.

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.

I Was In The Black Silence Of A Medieval Street, And Blindly I Followed Its Sharp Turns, Comforted By The Height Of Its Narrow Tenements, Which Seemed At Any Moment Capable Of Falling Together, Closing This Alleyway Under Indifferent Stars Like A Seam.

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun

If You Want To Be A Writer, Write. Write And Write And Write. If You Stop, Start Again. Save Everything That You Write. If You Feel Blocked, Write Through It Until You Feel Your Creative Juices Flowing Again. Write. Writing Is What Makes A Writer, Nothing More And Nothing Less.

Creative Juices

Don't Bend; Don't Water It Down; Don't Try To Make It Logical; Don't Edit Your Own Soul According To The Fashion. Rather, Follow Your Most Intense Obsessions Mercilessly. Only If You Do That Can You Hope To Make The Reader Feel Every Particle Of What You, The Writer, Have Known And Feel Compelled To Share."---forward To Kafka's Short Stories

Protect Your Voice And Your Vision. If Going On The Internet And Reading Internet Reviews Is Bad For You, Don’t Do It. … Do What Gets You To Write And Not What Blocks You. … Don’t Take Any Guff Off Anybody.

The Nra Disgraced Itself This Morning With A Self-serving Press Event In Which They Demonized The Media And The Entertainment Industry For Gun Violence In America, And Advocated A National Data Base For All Mentally Ill Persons. They Apparently Want Armed Guards In All American Schools, And It Seems, Armed Volunteers As Well. Shocking.

We’re Going To Die And Not Even Know. We’ll Never Know, And All This Meaninglessness Will Just Go On And On And On. And We Won’t Any Longer Be Witnesses To It. We Won’t Have Even That Little Bit Of Power To Give Meaning To It In Our Minds. We’ll Just Be Gone, Dead, Dead, Dead, Without Ever Knowing!

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?

I Do Not Read The Ancient Languages, But I Am Beginning To Study Greek.

The Highest Truths A Person Could Discover Were Rooted In The Natural World.

I Would Have Done Just About Anything For Him.

Then, Are You Master Of Us All? You Didn't Teach Her That. Was She Supposed To Imbibe It From My Quiet Subservience?

Who Knows What The Hell A Government Is Or What The Hell A Government Does.

In Spite Of All The Refinements Of Civilization That Conspired To Make Art--the Dizzying Perfection Of The String Quartet Or The Sprawling Grandeur Of Fragonard's Canvases--beauty Was Savage. It Was As Dangerous And Lawless As The Earth Had Been Eons Before Man Had One Single Coherent Thought In His Head Or Wrote Codes Of Conduct On Tablets Of Clay. Beauty Was A Savage Garden.

You Have Made Me Ashamed Of The Wasted Years. You Have Made Me Acknowledge That No Darkness Has Ever Been Deep Enough To Extinguish My Personal Knowledge Of Love. And All Around Me In This World I See Evidence Of Love. I See Love. I See It In The Human Struggle. I See Its Undeniable Penetration In All That Humans Have Accomplished In Their Poetry, Their Painting, Their Music, Their Love Of One Another And Refusal To Accept Suffering As Their Lot.

Personal Knowledge

I Don't Believe In Hell. The Idea That A Supreme Being Would Make Hell Is Ridiculous. An Eternity Of Pain That Results In No Learning, Reformation Or Rebirth Is A Nauseating Idea. It's One Of The Reasons I Left Christianity. I Simply Could Not Accept That Version Of God.

I Am Certain A Great Many Believers And Bible Readers Do Believe In Social Justice.

Some Mysteries Are Simply Irresistible,” She Said. “they Have Components That Alter A Life.

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 Can't Get Very Far Away From Christianity, I Can't Get Very Far Away From The Angels And The Saints. I Work Them In Always, In Some Way.

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.

Drink From Me And Live Forever. Lestat De Lioncourt

It Seems An Insult To The Night To Speak Of Purpose And Intent, When This Common Moment Is So Brimming Full Of Blessed Design Tranquility. All Things Follow Their Course.

To Learn And To Love, That Is What We Are Here For, Any Activity Which Is Not Grounded In One Of These Two Is A Waste Of Time.

You Think I Live In The Past. You Don't Understand That I Actually Change With Every Era, I Always Have As Best I Can

As A Child, I Saw This Beautiful Film, Dracula's Daughter, And It Was With Gloria Holden And Was A Sequel To The Original Dracula. It Was All About This Beautiful Daughter Of Dracula Who Was An Artist In London, And She Felt Drinking Blood Was A Curse. It Had Beautiful, Sensitive Scenes In It, And That Film Mesmerized Me. It Established To Me What Vampires Werethese Elegant, Tragic, Sensitive People. I Was Really Just Going With That Feeling When Writing Interview With The Vampire. I Didn't Do A Lot Of Research.

I Know Nothing, Because I Know Too Much, And Understand Not Nearly Enough And Never Will.

... What I Fear In Writing Is The Safe Decision.

I'm Usually Working On My Own Mythology, My Own Realm Of Created Characters. Stories In Mythology Inspire Me, Though I May Not Be Conscious Of It.

I Don't Believe In Anything, Mother," I Said. "you Told Armand Long Ago That You Believe You'll Find Answers In The Great Jungles And Forests; That The Stars Will Finally Reveal A Vast Truth. But I Don't Believe In Anything. And That Makes Me Stronger Than You Think

The Finest Thing Under The Sun And Moon Is The Human Soul. I Marvel At The Small Miracles Of Kindness That Pass Between Humans, I Marvel At The Growth Of Conscience, At The Persistence Of Reason In The Face Of All Superstition Or Despair. I Marvel At Human Endurance.

Our Language Needs Endless Synonyms For Beautiful; The Eyes Could See What The Tongue Cannot Possibly Describe.

I Believe In The Biblical Documents Supporting Jesus. But I Have No Illusions About Them. I Think They Contain Many Flaws, Scribal Errors, And So Forth And They Are Only Partial Or Fragmentary.

Keep Your Secrets Keep Your Silence It Is A Better Gift Than Truth

His Back Was Turned To The End Of The World And The End Of The World Was Quiet.

End Of The World

To Write Something, You Have To Risk Making A Fool Of Yourself.

And What If I Never Go Of My Own Free Will? Will You Pitch Me From Some Window So That I Must Fly Or Fall? Will You Bolt All Shutters After Me? You Had Better, Because I'll Knock And Knock And Knock Until I Fall Down Dead. I'll Have No Wings That Take Me Away From You.

And This Lesson About Mortal Peace Of Mind I Never Forgot. Even If A Ghost Is Ripping A House To Pieces, Throwing In Pans All Over, Pouring Water Of Pillows, Making Clocks Chime At All Hours, Mortal Will Accept Almost Any "natural Explanation" Offered, No Matter How Absurd, Rather Than The Obvious Supernatural One, For What Is Going On.

Lestat: I Despise You! I Ought To Destroy You-finish What I Started When I Made You. Turn You Into Ashes And Sift Them Through My Hands. You Know That I Could Do It! Like That! Like The Snap Of Mortal Fingers, I Could Do It. Burn You As I Burnt Your Little House. And Nothing Could Save You, Nothing At All.

It Is Tragic That Many In America Think Of Us - Christians - As Being People Who Hate Others.

I Was At A Loss Suddenly; But Conscious All The While Of How Armand Listened; That He Listened In The Way That We Dream Of Others Listening, His Face Seeming To Reflect On Every Thing Said. He Did Not Start Forward To Seize On My Slightest Pause, To Assert An Understanding Of Something Before The Thought Was Finished, Or To Argue With A Swift, Irresistible Impulse -- The Things Which Often Make Dialogue Impossible. And After A Long Interval He Said, 'i Want You. I Want You More Than Anything In The World.

God, What Is It Like To Be You And Hear All Those People All The Time Everywhere, Begging, Imploring, Calling Out For Anything And Anyone?

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

I No Longer Represent Any Organized Religion. I'm Not Catholic. I'm Not Christian. I'm Saying This Because I Have To Be An Outsider For Christ.

The Fans, The Vampire Groupies, Love The Idea Of This Androgynous, Preternatural Figure Stalking The Night, And Craving Aesthetic Pleasure Just As He Craves Blood, Wearing Only The Best Velvet Clothes, And Savoring Red Roses.

I Didn’t Look To The Shore Much After This First Long And Memorable Glimpse. I Looked Up At Heaven And Her Court Of Mythical Creatures Fixed Forever In The All Powerful And Inscrutable Stars. Ink Black Was The Night Beyond Them, And They So Like Jewels That Old Poetry Came Back To Me, The Sound Even Of Hymns Sung Only By Men.

Like All Strong People, She Suffered Always A Measure Of Loneliness; She Was A Marginal Outsider, A Secret Infidel Of A Certain Sort.

One Moment The World Is As It Is. The Next, It Is Something Entirely Different. Something It Has Never Been Before.

There Is A Horrifying Loneliness At Work In This Time. No, Listen To Me. We Lived Six And Seven To A Room In Those Days, When I Was Still Among The Living. The City Streets Were Seas Of Humanity; And Now In These High Buildings Dim-witted Souls Hover In Luxurious Privacy, Gazing Through The Television Window At A Faraway World Of Kissing And Touching. It Is Bound To Produce Some Great Fund Of Common Knowledge, Some New Level Of Human Awareness, A Curious Skepticism, To Be So Alone.

… In The Relentless And Meaningless Manner One Searches For Something In A Nightmare, Coming On Doors That Won’t Open Or Drawers That Won’t Shut, Struggling Over And Over Against The Same Meaningless Thing, Not Knowing Why The Effort Seems So Desperate, Why The Sudden Sight Of A Chair With A Shawl Thrown Over It Inspires The Mind With Horror.

You Are Someone Worth Loving

I Never Knew What Life Was Until It Ran Out In A Red Gush Over Any Lips, My Hands!

I Feel Like An Outsider, And I Always Will Feel Like One. I've Always Felt That I Wasn't A Member Of Any Particular Group.

The Human Heart Is My School.

I Loved Words. I Love To Sing Them And Speak Them And Even Now, I Must Admit, I Have Fallen Into The Joy Of Writing Them.

Truth Is A Risky Proposition. It's The Nature Of Mediocre Human Beings To Believe That Lies Are Necessary, That They Serve A Purpose, That Truth Is Subversive, That Candor Is Dangerous, That The Very Scaffold Of Communal Life Is Supported By Lies.

And He Would Listen, Making Only A Few Comments, Always Sympathetic, So That When I Left Him I Had The Distinct Impression He Had Solved Everything For Me.

Oh To Have You With Me, To Have You Here, Not To Be Alone, But To Be With You, My Beauty, You Of All Souls! You.

I Knelt And Prayed, And The Strongest Truth Came Over Me. Didn't Matter If God In His Heaven Was A Catholic Or A Protestant God, Or The God Of The Hindus. What Mattered Was Something Deeper And Older And More Powerful Than Any Such Image - It Was A Concept Of Goodness Based Upon The Affirmation Of Life, The Turning Away From Destruction, From The Perverse, From Man Using And Abusing Man. It Was The Affirmation Of The Human And The Natural.

Louis: You See That Old Woman? That Will Never Happen To You. You Will Never Grow Old, And You Will Never Die. Claudia: And It Means Something Else Too, Doesn't It? I Shall Never Ever Grow Up.

But Death We Are, And Death We've Always Been.

Phil Was Mumbling That Reuben Might Become A Writer After All And Writers Had A Way Of "redeeming Everything That Ever Happens To Them.

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

I Am The Vampire Lestat. I'm Immortal More Or Less. The Light Of The Sun, The Sustained Heat Of An Intense Fire-these Things Might Destroy Me. But Then Again, They Might Not.

All The Stories I Have Told You Are Finally As Useless As All Ancient Knowledge Is To Man And To Us. Its Images And Its Poetry Can Be Beautiful; It Can Make Us Shiver With The Recognition Of Things We Have Always Suspected Or Felt. It Can Draw Us Back To Times When The Earth Was New To Man, And Wondrous. But Always We Come Back To The Way The Earth Is Now.

What Does It Mean To Die When You Can Live Until The End Of The World?

The Spirit Who Inhabits Her Animates Us All. Destroy The Host, You Destroy The Power. The Young Die First; The Old Wither Slowly; The Eldest Perhaps Would Go Last. But She Is The Queen Of The Damned, And The Damned Can't Live Without Her.

And So This Young One, This Young One Whom I Had So Loved, I Had To Forsake, No Matter How Broken My Heart, No Matter How Lonely My Soul, No Matter How Bruised My Intellect And Spirit.

Yet I Saw Crypts When I Looked At Him, And I Heard The Beat Of Kettledrums. I Saw Torchlit Fields Where I Had Never Been, Heard Vague Incantations, Felt The Heat Of Raging Fires On My Face. And They Didn't Come Out Of Him, These Visions. Rather I Drew Them Out On My Own. Yet I Never Had Nicolas, Mortal Or Immortal, Been So Alluring. Never Had Gabrielle Held Me So In Thrall. Dear God, This Is Love. This Is Desire. And All My Past Amours Have Been But The Shadow Of This." — Lestat De Lioncourt

This Suffering, This Unspeakable Capacity To Bleed And To Know Pain And To Know Annihilation, Is What Has To Be Overcome In This World If Anyone Is To Reach God.

Oh, But When Love Is Reached Through Suffering, It Has A Power It Can Never Gain Through Innocence.

Sleep Is Your Friend. Dreams Are Your Unwelcome Guests.

As If It Were Our Very Birthright, Which We Could Not Come To Grasp The Meaning Of Until This Time Of Middle Life When We Looked On Only As Many Years Ahead As Already Lay Behind Us.

You Never Know The Palette Of The One You Kill Until The Mind Disgorges Its Finest Colours.

Evil Is Just A Point Of View

I Read The Old Curiosity Shop Before I Began Blackwood Farm. I Was Amazed At The Utter Madness In That Book.

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.

I Do Not Allow Fan-fiction. The Characters Are Copyrighted. It Upsets Me Terribly To Even Think About Fan-fiction With My Characters. I Advise My Readers To Write Your Own Original Stories With Your Own Characters. It Is Absolutely Essential That You Respect My Wishes.

It Was As If The Empty Nights Were Made For Thinking Of Him. And Sometimes I Found Myself So Vividly Aware Of Him It Was As If He Had Only Just Left The Room And The Ring Of His Voice Were Still There. And Somehow, There Was A Disturbing Comfort In That, And, Despite Myself, I’d Envision His Face.

Perhaps I Fear Him Because I Could Love Him Again, And In Loving Him, I Would Come To Need Him, And In Needing Him, I Would Again Be His Faithful Pupil In All Things, Only To Discover That His Patience For Me Is No Substitute For The Passion Which Long Ago Blazed In His Eyes.

Do We Have To Confess Our Loves To Everyone?" Asked Thorne Softly. "can We Not Keep Some Secrets?

Yes, I Know," "and I Love To Hear You Say It, Louis. I Need To Hear You Say It. I Don't Think Anyone Will Ever Say It Quite Like You Do. Come On, Say It Again. I'm A Perfect Devil. Tell Me How Bad I Am. It Makes Me Feel So Good!

So Until We Meet Again, I Am Thinking Of You Always; I Love You; I Wish You Were Here...in My Arms.

Thinking Of You

Let Tears Gather In Your Eyes. You Haven’t Tears Enough For What You’ve Done To Me. Six More Mortal Years, Seven, Eight…i Might Have Had That Shape!’ Her Pointed Finger Flew At Madeleine, Whose Hands Had Risen To Her Face, Whose Eyes Were Clouded Over. Her Moan Was Almost Claudia’s Name. But Claudia Did Not Hear Her. ‘yes, That Shape, I Might Have Known What It Was To Walk At Your Side.

Whatever Will Happen Will Happen, But Choose Your Companions With Care. Choose Them Because You Like To Look At Them And You Like The Sound Of Their Voices, And They Have Profound Secrets In Them That You Wish To Know. In Other Words, Choose Them Because You Love Them. Otherwise You Will Not Be Able To Bear Their Company For Very Long.

First-person Narrators Is The Way I Know How To Write A Book With The Greatest Power And Chance Of Artistic Success.

This Is A Lyrical Guide That Addresses The Deep Human Yearning To Make A Difference. It's Full Of Indelible Stories Reminding Us That, Yes, Helping People Is Hard-but It's Both Possible And Infinitely Rewarding. A Path Appears Offers Practical Steps That Any Of Us Can Take To Empower Others, And Ourselves.

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

Dear God, Help Me. Do Not Forget Me On This Tiny Cinder Lost In A Galaxy That Is Lost–a Heart No Bigger Than A Speck Of Dust Beating, Beating Against Death, Against Meaninglessness, Against Guilt, Against Sorrow.

You See,' [armand] Said, 'killing Other Vampires Is Very Exciting; That Is Why It Is Forbidden Under Penalty Of Death.

We Would Make Our Heroes Shallow.... We Would Make Them Brittle. It Is They Who Must Remind Us Of The True Meaning Of Strength.

In The Name Of Christ, I Refuse To Be Anti-gay. I Refuse To Be Anti-feminist. I Refuse To Be Anti-artificial Birth Control. I Refuse To Be Anti-democrat. I Refuse To Be Anti-secular Humanism. I Refuse To Be Anti-science. I Refuse To Be Anti-life. In The Name Of Christ, I Quit Christianity And Being Christian. Amen.

And I Loved This Moment For All It's Pain...we Seemed For A Moment Like Two Parts Of The Same Thing.

Oh, The Lies That I Have Told Myself And Others. I Knew It Yet I Didn't Know.

Remember Always, He Said, That Nothing Is As Precious To Us As The Magnificent Gift Of Life. Let The Moon And The Stars Always Remind You Of This-that Though We Are Tiny Creatures In This Universe, We Are Filled With Life.

We Breathe The Light, We Breathe The Music, We Breathe The Moment As It Passes Through Us.

The Old Gods Will Bring About Vengeance Not So Much Because They Exist But Because I Once Honored Them.

Mortal Beauty Often Makes Me Ache, And Mortal Grandeur Can Fill Me With That Longing...but Paris, Paris Drew Me Close To Her Heart, So I Forgot Myself Entirely. Forgot The Damned And Questing Preternatural Thing That Doted On Mortal Skin And Mortal Clothing. Paris Overwhelmed, And Lightened And Rewarded More Richly Than Any Promise.

I Do Want To Go Another Way - To Write Something Completely Different.

The Greatest Create Of Power You Have On Earth, Whether You Are An Angel, A Spirit, A Man Or Woman Or Child Is To Help Others.

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.

Fear Is Only Good When You Have A Choice In Things.

If I Haven't Put That On A T-shirt, I'm Going To. Actually, I Really Don't Want To Write Anything That Can't Be Put On A T-shirt. Actually I'd Like To Write Only On T-shirts. Actually, I'd Like To Write Whole Novels On T-shirts. So You Guys Could Say, 'i'm Wearing Chapter 8 Of Lestat's New Book, That's My Favorite; Oh I See You're Wearing Chapter 6-

It Struck Me, Sharp And Hard, That I Had Been Given So Many Chances To Save My Soul That My Entire Life Had Been Constructed Around These Chances! That Was My Nature - Going From Temptation To Temptation, Not To Sin, But To Be Redeemed.

My Conscience Is Killing Me, Isn't It? And When You're Immortal That Can Be A Really Long And Ignominious Death

I Can’t Help Being A Gorgeous Fiend. It’s Just The Card I Drew.

Do You Know What I Think About Crying? I Think Some People Have To Learn To Do It. But Once You Learn, Once You Know How To Really Cry, There's Nothing Quite Like It. I Feel Sorry For Those Who Don't Know The Trick. It's Like Whistling Or Singing.

You Know Nothing... And Suppose The Vampire Who Made You Knew Nothing, And The Vampire Who Made That Vampire Knew Nothing, And The Vampire Before Him Knew Nothing, And So It Goes Back And Back, Nothing Proceeding From Nothing, Until There Is Nothing! And We Must Live With The Knowledge That There Is No Knowledge.

The Vampires Have Always Been Metaphors For Me. They've Always Been Vehicles Through Which I Can Express Things I Have Felt Very, Very Deeply.

I Would Die Rather Than Live Without You. I Would Die The Same Way He Died. I Can't Bear You To Look At Me The Way You Did. I Cannot Bear It If You Do Not Love Me!" -claudia.

This Evil, This Concept, It Comes From Disappointment, From Bitterness! Don't You See? Children Of Satan! Children Of God! Is This The Only Question You Bring To Me, Is This The Only Power That Obsesses You, So That You Must Make Us Gods And Devils Yourself When The Only Power That Exists Is Inside Ourselves? How Could You Believe In These Old Fantastical Lies, These Myths, These Emblems Of The Supernatural?

Locked Together In Hatred. But I Can't Hate You Louis. Louis My Love, I Was Mortal Till You Gave Me Your Immortal Kiss. You Became My Mother, And My Father, And So I'm Yours Forever. But Now It's Time To End It, Louis. Now It's Time To Leave Him.

The Prince Is Never Going To Come. Everyone Knows That; And Maybe Sleeping Beauty's Dead.

I Hear The Birds Singing. Listen. I Hear Them In Their Cage. The Others-all Our Kind Who Know Of Her-they Think Of Her As Heartless, But She Wasn't Heartless. She Was Only Aware Of Things Which I Didn't Learn Till So Many Decades Had Passed. She Knew Secrets That Only Suffering Can Teach.

Oh Lestat, You Deserved Everything That's Ever Happened To You. You Better Not Die. You Might Actually Go To Hell.

Very Few Beings Really Seek Knowledge In This World. Mortal Or Immortal, Few Really Ask. On The Contrary, They Try To Wring From The Unknown The Answers They Have Already Shaped In Their Own Minds.

It's So Easy To Wish For Death When Nothing's Wrong With You! It's So Easy To Fall In Love With Death, And I've Been All My Life, And Seen It's Most Faithful Worshippers Crumble In The End, Screaming Just To Live, As If All The Dark Veils And The Lillies And The Smell Of Candles, And Grandiose Promises Of The Grave Meant Nothing. I Knew That. But I Always Wished I Was Dead. It Was A Way To Go On Living

Falling In Love

I Love The World The Lord Has Created; I Love The Mountains, The Rivers, The Valleys, The Skies. I Love The Forests, The Fields, The Flowers. I Love The Mysteries Of Evolution And Dna And The Big Bang. I Want To Know The Majesties Of The Lord's Creation. I Cannot Close My Eyes To All This. I Cannot Turn Away From Science And Scientific Exploration.

I Think Any Supernatural Hero Today, Whether He's A Vampire, Werewolf, A Resuscitated Mummy, Whatever He Is, Is Going To Have To Deal With The Fact That Scientists Are Going To Want To Catch Him And Study Him. His Big Enemy Is Not Going To Be Dr. Van Helsing Today, It's Going To Be The Doctor Who Wants To Put Him In A Lab And Get His Blood For What It Can Do To Cure Disease Or Grant Immortality.

The Truth Is, Laughter Always Sounds More Perfect Than Weeping. Laughter Flows In A Violent Riff And Is Effortlessly Melodic. Weeping Is Often Fought, Choked, Half Strangled, Or Surrendered To With Humiliation.

There May Be Writing Groups Where People Meet But It's Occasional. You Really Do It All At Your Own Computer Or Your Own Typewriter By Yourself.

As They Die, The Ones We Love, We Lose Our Witnesses, Our Watchers, Those Who Know And Understand The Tiny Little Meaningless Patterns, Those Words Drawn In Water With A Stick. And There Is Nothing Left But The Endless Flow.

There Are Too Many Other Inexplicable Things Around Us--horrors, Threats, Mysteries That Draw You In And Then Inevitably Disenchant You. Back To The Predictable And Humdrum. The Prince Is Never Going To Come, Everybody Knows That; And Maybe Sleeping Beauty's Dead.

That Is The Crowning Evil, That We Can Even Go So Far As To Love Each Other, You And I. And Who Else Would Show Us A Particle Of Love, A Particle Of Compassion Or Mercy? Who Else, Knowing Us As We Know Each Other, Could Do Anything But Destroy Us? Yet We Can Love Each Other.

One Will Hate You For Taking His Life, Another Will Run To Excesses That You Scorn. A Third Will Emerge Mad And Raving, Another A Monster You Cannot Control. One Will Be Jealous Of Your Superiority, Another Shut You Out... And The Veil Will Always Come Down Between You Make A Legion, You Will Be, Always And Forever Alone!

I Know Nothing Of God Or The Devil. I Have Never Seen A Vision Nor Learned A Secret That Would Damn Or Save My Soul.

I Will Be The Vampire Lestat For All To See. A Symbol, A Freak Of Nature - Something Loved, Something Despised All Of Those Things. I Tell You I Can't Give It Up. I Can't Miss. And Quite Frankly I Am Not In The Least Afraid." - Lestat, The Vampire Lestat, P. 532

Merciful Death. How You Love Your Precious Guilt

So We Reach Into The Raging Chaos, And We Cling To It, And We Tell Ourselves It Has Meaning, And That The World Is Good, And We Are Not Evil, And We Will All Go Home In The End.

I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's My Teacher. He's One Of My Driving Forces.

Let The Flesh Instruct The Mind.

I'm Hoping What All Sentient Beings Hope ... That Somehow I'm Part Of Something Larger Than Myself, In Which I Play A Role, An Actual Role That Is Somehow Intended And Meaningful.

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.

Once I Returned To The Church And Began To See The Universe As A Place That Really Did Incorporate Redemption And Really Tried To Understand The Implications Of There Being A God, My Identification With The Vampires As Outcasts, As Outsiders And Lost Souls Began To Totally Wane. It No Longer Worked For Me. I Had Done It. It Had Led Me To This Point.

That Process By Which You Become A Writer Is A Pretty Lonely One. We Don't Have A Group Apprenticeship Like A Violinist Might Training For An Orchestra.

There Is One Purpose To Life And One Only: To Bear Witness To And Understand As Much As Possible Of The Complexity Of The World -- Its Beauty, Its Mysteries, Its Riddles. The More You Understand, The More You Look, The Greater Is Your Enjoyment Of Life And Your Sense Of Peace. That's All There Is To It. Everything Else Is Fun And Games. If An Activity Is Not Grounded In "to Love" Or "to Learn" It Does Not Have Value.

The Vampire Is An Outsider. He's The Perfect Metaphor For Those Things. He's Someone Who Looks Human And Sounds Human, But Is Not Human, So He's Always On The Margins.

Your Love To Others, And Their Love For You, That The Increase Of Love In Life Itself Around You, Is What Matters.

A Story Of Remarkable Simplicity And Charm. A Young Swimmer Invites Us Into Sea Off The Coast Of California Where Through Her Eyes We See An Entire Realm Of Creatures We Have Never Known So Intimately Before. Truly For People Of All Ages, Lynne Cox's Adventure With The Baby Whale, Grayson, Becomes A Parable And An Experience, Thanks Not Only To The Author's Great And Generous Spirit, But Through Her Immense Gift For Describing Nature.

When You Find Out There Is No Ultimate Good And Evil In Which You Can Place Your Faith, The World Does Not Fall Apart At The Seams. It Simply Means That Every Decision Is More Difficult, More Critical, Because You Are Creating The Good And Evil Yourself And They Are Very Real.

What I Did Was Take The Jesus Of The Gospels, The Son Of God, The Son Of The Virgin Mary, And Sought To Make Him Utterly Believable, A Vital Breathing Character.

You Can Look At The New York Times Bestseller List And You Can Be Pretty Sure That The Writers On That List Don't Know Each Other Very Well.

An Intoxication With Forbidden Knowledge In Which The Natural Things Become Unimportant.

Memnoch The Devil Happen To Be My Favorite Of All The Vampire Chronicles.

Let The Spirits Witness: For Theirs Is The Knowledge Of The Future - Both What It Would Be, And What I Will: You Are The Queen Of The Damned, That's What You Are! Evil Is Your Only Destiny. But At Your Greatest Hour, It Is I Who Will Defeat You. Look Well On My Face. It Is I Who Will Bring You Down.

Go Where The Pleasure Is In Your Writing. Go Where The Pain Is. Write The Book You Would Like To Read. Write The Book You Have Been Trying To Find But Have Not Found. But Write. And Remember, There Are No Rules For Our Profession. Ignore Rules. Ignore What I Say Here If It Doesn't Help You. Do It Your Own Way. Every Writer Knows Fear And Discouragement. Just Write.the World Is Crying For New Writing. It Is Crying For Fresh And Original Voices And New Characters And New Stories. If You Won't Write The Classics Of Tomorrow, Well, We Will Not Have Any.

Vampires Always Order Hot Drinks. They Aren't Going To Drink Them; But They Can Feel The Warmth And Smell Them If They're Hot, And That Is So Good.

I Was Obsessed With Religious Questions, The Basics: Why Are We Here? Why Is The World So Beautiful?

Suppose Death Had A Heart To Love And To Release You, To Whom Would He Turn This Passion, Would You Chose A Person From The Crowd There. A Person To Suffer As You Suffer.

But Don't You See, All Human Decisions Are Made Like This. Do You Think The Mother Knows What Will Happen To The Child In Her Womb? Dear God, We Are Lost, I Tell You. What Does It Matter If You Give It To Me And It's Wrong! There Is No Wrong! There Is Only Desperation, And I Would Have It! I Want To Live Forever With You.

Do You Know What It Means To Be Loved By Death?... Do You Know What It Means To Have Death Know Your Name?

My Heart Right Now Is Totally Connected To A Book Called The Servant Of The Bones, Which Is Not In Any Way Connected With Vampires Or Witches. It's About A New Hero, A Ghost, Who Really Doesn't Particularly Like The Job That He's Been Given. I'm In Love With This Hero And In Love With His Dilemma.

Words Are Like Gems To Me... Imagine Yourself Walking Through A Very Shallow Stream And Picking Up Beautiful Stones That Catch Your Eye... That's What Names Are Like For Me.

But During All These Years I Had A Vague But Persistent Desire To Return To New Orleans. I Never Forgot New Orleans. And When We Were In Tropical Places And Places Of Those Flowers And Trees That Grow In Louisiana, I Would Think Of It Acutely And I Would Feel For My Home The Only Glimmer Of Desire I Felt For Anything Outside My Endless Pursuit Of Art.

I Don't Know Why One Author Writes Westerns While Another Writes Detective Novels. You Don't Know Why. You Go Where The Intensity Is. I Feel Most Comfortable Writing About Monsters. It's Possible That I Feel Like A Monster Myself. Or Maybe It's Because We All Have A Monster Inside Of Us, A Vampire, A Ghost, A Witch Or A Werewolf. You Do It Because It Works And It Feels Really Right And Authentic.

Everything We Do In Life, We Do With Certain Expectations.

Re-telling The Christian Story Is The Essence Of My Vocation. That Has Been Going On Since The Evangelists In One Form Or Another.

Advice To A New Writer: There Are No Rules In This Profession. Do What Is Good For You. Read Books And Watch Films That Stimulate Your Writing. In Your Writing, Go Where The Pain Is; Go Where The Pleasure Is; Go Where The Excitement Is. Believe In Your Own Original Approach, Voice, Characters, Story. Ignore Critics. Have Nerve. Be Stubborn.

I Was Influenced By The Medieval Theological Beliefs When I Presented Satan In Jesus' Dream As Unable To Figure Out Who Or What Jesus Is, And Unable To See The Future.

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.

Evil Is A Point Of View ... God Kills, And So Shall We; Indiscriminately ... For No Creatures Under God Are As We Are, None So Like Him As Ourselves. God Kills Indiscriminately And So Shall We. For No Creatures Under God Are As We Are None So Like Him As Ourselves.

Everyone Is A Potential Naked Slave To You Once You Become A Trainer.

A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed, One Or The Other- Someday Will Come The End Of Hell.

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

Roman Influence Seeds Itself, Sprouting Mighty Oaks Right Through The Modern Forest Of Computers, Digital Disks, Microviruses And Space Satellites.

I Love New Orleans Physically. I Love The Trees And The Balmy Air And The Beautiful Days. I Have A Beautiful House Here.

The Truth Is Most Women Are Weak, Be They Mortal Or Immortal. But When They Are Strong, They Are Absolutely Unpredictable.

It Is Not Man Who Is The Enemy Of The Human Species. It Is The Irrational; It Is The Spiritual When It Is Divorced From The Material; From The Lesson In One Beating Heart Or One Bleeding Vein.

Go Where The Pain Is, Go Where The Pleasure Is.

It's An Awful Truth That Suffering Can Deepen Us, Give A Greater Lustre To Our Colours, A Richer Resonance To Our Words. That Is, If It Doesn't Destroy Us, If It Doesn't Burn Away The Optimism And The Spirit, The Capacity For Visions, And The Respect For Simple Yet Indispensable Things.

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