The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

We're frightened of what makes us different.

You reach deep down and bring up what feels absolutely authentic to you as you move along with the book, but you don't know everything about it. You can't.

I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.

If I haven't put that on a T-shirt, I'm going to. Actually, I really don't want to write anything that can't be put on a T-shirt. Actually I'd like to write only on T-shirts. Actually, I'd like to write whole novels on T-shirts. So you guys could say, 'I'm wearing chapter 8 of Lestat's new book, that's my favorite; oh I see you're wearing chapter 6-