Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

I saw the Light,saw the myriad spirits flying loose up the Tunnel towards the celestial blaze, the Tunnel perfectly round and widening as they rose and for one blessed moment, one blessed tiny instant, the songs of Heaven resounded down the tunnel as if its curves were not made of wind but of something solid that could echo these ethereal songs, and their organized rhythm, their heartbreaking beauty piercing the catastrophic suffering of this place-Lestat

Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely.

I assume as a child Jesus had to learn how to do carpentry, learn Torah, learn all the things a human child had to learn. If He was human in all ways except that He did not sin, this must have been the case.

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.