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.

As if it were our very birthright, which we could not come to grasp the meaning of until this time of middle life when we looked on only as many years ahead as already lay behind us.

We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.

"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"

Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music.