My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?

But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.

The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.

Evil is just a point of view