As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.

How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!