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

Whipping is fifty percent show and noise.

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and I've been all my life, and seen it's most faithful worshippers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lillies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave meant nothing. I knew that. But I always wished I was dead. It was a way to go on living

I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.

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.

To learn and to love, that is what we are here for, any activity which is not grounded in one of these two is a waste of time.