I know Christianity; and I know I have to move away from it and approach Jesus Christ on my own. I have to talk to Him directly and seek His guidance and protection as I seek to make my commitment to Him central to my life.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.

Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun

Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.

His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.