Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.
What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover.
The human heart is my school.
Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.
There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.