When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.

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.

I can't believe the world was created in six days. I do not take Genesis or Revelation literally. I AM OUT. I am alone. I am an outsider for Christ. I will study my Bible, and pray to God in private and alone. I have no other choice.

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

The old gods will bring about vengeance not so much because they exist but because I once honored them.