Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

And what if I never go of my own free will? Will you pitch me from some window so that I must fly or fall? Will you bolt all shutters after me? You had better, because I'll knock and knock and knock until I fall down dead. I'll have no wings that take me away from you.

As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

You can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list don't know each other very well.

When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.