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.

I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.

We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.

Obviously, a writer can't know everything about what she writes. It's impossible.

I no longer represent any organized religion.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.