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

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

I assume as a child Jesus had to learn how to do carpentry, learn Torah, learn all the things a human child had to learn. If He was human in all ways except that He did not sin, this must have been the case.

I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.

I think that we are supernatural. We are unique. We're the only animals in the universe that we know of that actually have self-consciousness, a sense of time and our own mortality.

For me, places have a tremendous impact. I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Only if you do that can you hope to make the reader feel every particle of what you, the writer, have known and feel compelled to share."---Forward to Kafka's Short stories