Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.

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

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.

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.

That was my nature - going from temptation after temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.

The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world.

We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.