People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

I have to move away from organized religion. The toxic confusion and anger I was feeling in church had become too great.

"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"

The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.

when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us