I don't believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think

You think I live in the past. You don't understand that I actually change with every era, I always have as best I can

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!

Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.

We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.

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