Obsession led me to write. It's been that way with every book I've ever written. I become completely consumed by a theme, by characters, by a desire to meet a challenge.

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.

... what I fear in writing is the safe decision.

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him. And I had always loved him, hadn't I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat? -Lestat

I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you.