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.

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.

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

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

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.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

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.