I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.

The human heart is my school.

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted."Oh, inocent love," she said even as she drank from me, "oh, innocent innocent love."

I claim Dickens as a mentor. He's my teacher. He's one of my driving forces.

Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.

….it was a brave man’s fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?

I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.