My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

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

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.

And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually... it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then life... every second of it... Is all we have.

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.

Let the flesh instruct the mind.