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I Will Write Things, He Was Thinking. I Will Write Something Meaningful And Wonderful Someday. I Can Do That. And I'll Dedicate It To You Because You're The First Person Who Ever Made Me Think I Could.

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I Will Write Things, He Was Thinking. I Will Write Something Meaningful And Wonderful Someday. I Can Do That. And I'll Dedicate It To You Because You're The First Person Who Ever Made Me Think I Could.

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

I Kept Glancing At Him And Away From Him, As If His Green Eyes Were Hurting Me. In Modern Parlance He Was A Laser Beam. Deadly And Delicate He Seemed. His Victims Had Always Loved Him. And I Had Always Loved Him, Hadn't I, No Matter What Happened, And How Strong Could Love Grow If You Had Eternity To Nourish It, And It Took Only These Few Moments In Time To Renew Its Momentum, Its Heat? -lestat

People Who Cease To Believe In God Or Goodness Altogether Still Believe In The Devil. I Don't Know Why. No, I Do Indeed Know Why. Evil Is Always Possible. And Goodness Is Eternally Difficult.

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.

Garden Of Pain, I Need You. What Were The Songs Of Beasts To The Cries Of Sentient Souls?

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.

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.

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

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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.

Say What You Will To The Force That Governs The Universe. Perhaps We'll Call It Into Being, And It Will Yet Love Us As We Love It.

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?

All My Life,i've Been Afraid Of Things, As A Child And A Woman Must Be. I Lied About It Naturally. I Fancied Myself A Witch And Walked In Dark Streets To Punish Myself For My Doubts. But I Knew What It Meant To Be Afraid.

Handsome Enough' Is This Grim Reaper, Who Can Snuff All These 'brief Candles,' Every Fluttering Soul Sucking The Air, From This Hall" -the Vampire Lestat

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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.

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.

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

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.

How Shameful. How Predictable! How Insipid. And How Sweet.

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

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.

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Time Can Tick When There Is No Clock.

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… 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.

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I Was A Newborn Vampire, Weeping At The Beauty Of The Night.

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In The Name Of Christ, I Quit Christianity.

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.

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An Evil For These Times Destined To Move Through The World In Handsome Human Guise.

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

Lestat And Louie Feel Sorry For Vampires That Sparkle In The Sun. They Would Never Hurt Immortals Who Choose To Spend Eternity Going To High School Over And Over Again In A Small Town ---- Anymore Than They Would Hurt The Physically Disabled Or The Mentally Challenged. My Vampires Possess Gravitas. They Can Afford To Be Merciful.

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.

‎there's No Way To Cheat A Sensualist Like Me, Somebody Who Can Die Laughing For Hours Over The Pattern Of The Carpet In A Hotel Lobby.

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Asking Questions

How Could Anyone Love Him? What Did You Just Tell Me Yourself About The World? Don't You See, Everybody Hates God Now. It's Not That God Is Dead In The Twentieth Century. It's That Everybody Hates Him! At Least I Think So.

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.

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.

Vampires Pretending To Be Humans Pretending To Be Vampires ... How Avant-garde!

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.

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I Love The One Who Punishes Me Well.

Memory Was A Curse, Yes, He Thought, But It Was Also The Greatest Gift. Because If You Lost Memory You Lost Everything.

Lost Everything

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

What Does All This Mean Finally, I Kept Asking Like A College Kid. Why Does It Make Me Want To Cry? Maybe It’s That We Are All Outsiders, We Are All Making Our Own Unusual Way Through A Wilderness Of Normality That Is Just A Myth.

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

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.

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.

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!

We Are Predators, Whose All-seeing Eyes Were Meant To Give Them Detachment.

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.

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!

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.

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Many Christians Believe That The Vast Majority Of Those Created By God Will Burn In Hell For All Eternity. Many Christians Not Only Believe The World Will End Soon, But Are Looking Forward To It. I Must Walk Away From It All. In Jesus' Name.

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

I’d Thought I Knew What Beauty Was In Women; But She’d Surpassed All The Language I Had For It.

Lestat De Lioncourt

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.

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.

A Starving Child Is A Frightful Sight. A Starving Vampire, Even Worse.

And Then It Was, That Grief And Pain Made Themselves Known To Me As Never Before. Note This, Because I Knew The Full Absurdity Of Fate And Fortune And Nature More Truly Than A Human Can Bear To Know It. And Perhaps The Description Of This, Brief As It Is, May Give Consolation To Another. The Worst Takes Its Time To Come, And Then To Pass. The Truth Is, You Cannot Prepare Anyone For This, Nor Convey An Understanding Of It Through Language. It Must Be Known. And This I Would Wish On No One In The World.

Drink From Me And Live Forever. Lestat De Lioncourt

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As If The Night Had Said To Me, ‘you Are The Night And The Night Alone Understands You And Enfolds You In Its Arms’ One With The Shadows. Without Nightmare. An Inexplicable Peace.

The Whole Theme Of Interview With The Vampire Was Louis's Quest For Meaning In A Godless World. He Searched To Find The Oldest Existing Immortal Simply To Ask, What Is The Meaning Of What We Are?

I Have Lived Lies. I Have Done It Again And Again. I Live Lies Because I Cannot Endure The Weakness Of Anger, And I Cannot Admit The Irrationality Of Love.-marius

Obviously, A Writer Can't Know Everything About What She Writes. It's Impossible.

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

You Were The Vampire In My Dream. My Perfect One.

Making A Film, I've Learned, Can Be An Exhausting Process, Due To The Need For Backing, Distribution, Etc.

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

But I Still Did Not Realize How Mad She Was, And How Accustomed To Dreaming; And That She Would Not Cry Out For Reality, Rather Would Feed Reality To Her Dreams, A Demon Elf Feeding Her Spinning Wheel With The Reeds Of The World So She Might Make Her Own Weblike Universe.

Perhaps This Is The Only Real Evil Left.

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

He Had Never Expected Death To Be This Quiet, This Secretive, This Easy.

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.

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.

In A Way He Made Me Think Of A Child Doll, With Briliant Faintly Red-brown Glass Eyes - A Doll That Had Been Found In An Attic. I Wanted To Polish Him With Kisses, Clean Him Up, Make Him Evevn More Radiant Than He Was. "that's What You Always Want," He Said Softly... "when You Found Me Under Les Innocents," He Said, "you Wanted To Bathe Me With Perfume And Dress Me In Velvevt With Great Embroidered Sleeves." "yes," I Said, "and Comb Your Hair, Your Beautiful Russet Hair." My Tone Was Angry. "you Look Good To Me, You Damnable Little Devil, Good To Embrace And Good To Love.

My Own Funeral, I'd Like To Be Laid Out In A Coffin In My Own House. I Would Like My Coffin To Be Put In The Double Parlor, And I Would Like All The Flowers To Be White.

Do I Believe That People Are Basically Good? Yes, I Do Believe That, And I Trust Buddhists And Hindus And Moslems To Seek The Good And To Want To Live In Peace.

You Sense My Loneliness, (...) My Bitterness At Being Shut Out Of Life. My Bitterness That I'm Evil, That I Don't Deserve To Be Loved And Yet I Need Love Hungrily. My Horror That I Can Never Reveal Myself To Mortals. But These Things Don't Stop Me, Mother. I'm Too Strong For Them To Stop Me. As You Said Yourself Once, I Am Very Good At Being What I Am. These Things Merely Now And Then Make Me Suffer, That's All

The Library Furnished Our Dreams, Helped Us Shape Our Ambitions, Made Up People Of Books And Ideas And Grand Designs.

One Tiny Flame Could Make So Many Other Flames; One Tiny Flame Could Set Afire A Whole World.

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

I Think Love Can Save The World. When We Love, We Completely Recognize The Value Of The Other.

The Supernatural World Has Always Been More Real To Me Than The Real World.

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.

The World Doesn't Need Any More Mediocrity Or Hedged Bets.

For Always In Her There Was A Dark Place Full Of Despair And A Great Dividing Force To Make Meaning Because There Was 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.

I Wasn't Sent Here To Find Angels! I Wasn't Sent Here To Dream Of Them. I Wasn't Sent Here To Hear Them Sing! I Was Sent Here To Be Alive. To Breathe And Sweat And Thirst And Sometimes Cry.

My Greatest Sin Has Always Been That I Have A Wonderful Time Being Myself

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.

Writers Write About What Obsesses Them. You Draw Those Cards. I Lost My Mother When I Was 14. My Daughter Died At The Age Of 6. I Lost My Faith As A Catholic. When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always There. I Go Where The Pain Is.

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

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

I Had Many Wonderful Experiences, Received Beautiful Letters, And My Christian Books Received Substantive And Thoughtful Reviews. But There Was Always Argument, Dispute, Questions As To What I "really" Believed, Lectures From Here And There On "the Real Truth," Etc.

I Felt Ravaged, And With Both Hands In A Fantasy I Reached Out For Her Figure As We Ran Together Through The Meadow Which Belonged Only To Us And To Which These Others Could Never Be Admitted."oh, Inocent Love," She Said Even As She Drank From Me, "oh, Innocent Innocent Love."

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.

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

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.

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.

I Lived Like A Man Who Wanted To Die But Who Had No Courage To Do It Himself.

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

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

When I Write Something, Every Word Of It Is Meant. I Can't Say It Enough.

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

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

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.

I Tell You, We Would Be Hard Put To Determine What Is More Evil -- Religion Or The Pure Idea. The Intervention Of The Supernatural Or The Elegant Abstract Solution! Both Have Bathed This Earth In Suffering; Both Have Brought The Human Race Literally And Figuratively To Its Knees.

When We Are Weary, We Speak Lovingly Of Dreams As If They Embodied Our True Deisres-what We Would Have When That Which We Do Have So Sorely Disappoints Us

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

….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?

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

Life Is A Tragedy, One Way Or Another. What Is Certain Is That You Die.

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.

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

My Faith In Christ Is Central To My Life. My Conversion From A Pessimistic Atheist Lost In A World I Didn't Understand, To An Optimistic Believer In A Universe Created And Sustained By A Loving God Is Crucial To Me. But Following Christ Does Not Mean Following His Followers. Christ Is Infinitely More Important Than Christianity And Always Will Be, No Matter What Christianity Is, Has Been, Or Might Become.

What I Have Always Wanted More Than Revenge Is To Bring The Other Person To Recognition Of The Pain They Caused, So They Essentially Say, "i Will Never Do That Again."

I Broke With My Religion In College.

I Am In Love With You', I Responded. He Laughed The Most Beguiling And Gentle Laugh. 'of Course You Are,' He Replied. 'i Understand Perfectly Because I'm In Love With Myself. The Fact That I'm Not Transfixed In Front Of The Nearest Mirror Takes A Great Deal Of Self-control.' It Was My Turn To Laugh.

What Is Written Beneath This Heavy Handsome Book Cover Will Count, So Sayeth This Cover.

To Really Ask Is To Open The Door To The Whirlwind. The Answer May Annihilate The Question And The Questioner.

The Worst Takes Its Time To Come, And Then To Pass.

His Blood Coursed Through My Veins Sweeter Than Life Itself. And As It Did, Lestats Words Made Sense To Me. I Knew Peace Only When I Killed And When I Heard His Heart In That Terrible Rhythm, I Knew Again What Peace Could Be.

Don't Be A Fool For The Devil, Darling.

Yes. To Write A Novel Is To Risk My Sanity. The Deeper I Get Into The Suffering And Conflict Of The Characters, Into The Very Situations And Thoughts And Feelings That Make The Novel Worthwhile, The Worse I Feel, And The More Likely I Am To Be Severely Depressed When The Book Is Finished. There Is No Avoiding This: It Is The Result Of Attempting To Tell All You Know, To Reach For The Stars, To Write What Matters.

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

Obsession Led Me To Write. It's Been That Way With Every Book I've Ever Written. I Become Completely Consumed By A Theme, By Characters, By A Desire To Meet A Challenge.

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 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.

For Me, Places Have A Tremendous Impact. I Fall In Love With Places. All Of Life Seems Different In Different Places.

Falling In Love

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

European Countries

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

I Assume As A Child Jesus Had To Learn How To Do Carpentry, Learn Torah, Learn All The Things A Human Child Had To Learn. If He Was Human In All Ways Except That He Did Not Sin, This Must Have Been The Case.

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.

It Was Over Now, And The Meaningless World Was Tolerable And Need Not Be Explained. And Never Would It Be, And How Foolish I Had Ever Been To Think So.

Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read A Thousand Books And You Give Me An Interesting Companion. Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read Perhaps Three And You Give Me A Very Dangerous Enemy Indeed.

I Left Christianity Because I Wanted To Be A Moral Person. That Is Why I Left. I No Longer Believed In Its Lies.

Despair Was So Familiar To Me; It Could Be Banished By The Sight Of A Beautiful Mannikin In The Window. It Could Be Dispelled By The Spectacle Of Lights Surrounding A Tower. It Could Be Lifted By The Great Ghostly Shape Of St. Patrick's Coming Into View. And Then Despair Would Come Again.

You Are Someone Worth Loving

Pride Is The Parent Of Destruction; Pride Eats The Mind And The Heart And The Soul Alive.

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.

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