...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.

Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?

Being liberated means reading what you want to read, and fantasizing about what you want to fantasize about.

Lestat and Louie feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. They would never hurt immortals who choose to spend eternity going to high school over and over again in a small town ---- anymore than they would hurt the physically disabled or the mentally challenged. My vampires possess gravitas. They can afford to be merciful.

I picture heaven as a vast library, with unlimited volumes to read. And paintings and statues to examine galore. I picture it as a great doorway to learning...rather than one great dull answer to all our questions

Everything we do in life, we do with certain expectations.