My efforts with Hollywood are like things written in water.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

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.

The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.

Memnoch the Devil happen to be my favorite of all The Vampire Chronicles.