Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.

Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.

My heart right now is totally connected to a book called The Servant of the Bones, which is not in any way connected with vampires or witches. It's about a new hero, a ghost, who really doesn't particularly like the job that he's been given. I'm in love with this hero and in love with his dilemma.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

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.

Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted."Oh, inocent love," she said even as she drank from me, "oh, innocent innocent love."