You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals. But these things don't stop me, Mother. I'm too strong for them to stop me. As you said yourself once, I am very good at being what I am. These things merely now and then make me suffer, that's all

I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.

Re-telling the Christian story is the essence of my vocation. That has been going on since the Evangelists in one form or another.

What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character.

The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.

Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.