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.

What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover.

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

Yes. To write a novel is to risk my sanity. The deeper I get into the suffering and conflict of the characters, into the very situations and thoughts and feelings that make the novel worthwhile, the worse I feel, and the more likely I am to be severely depressed when the book is finished. There is no avoiding this: it is the result of attempting to tell all you know, to reach for the stars, to write what matters.

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell.