When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough.

Locked together in hatred. But I can't hate you Louis. Louis my love, I was mortal till you gave me your immortal kiss. You became my mother, and my father, and so I'm yours forever. But now it's time to end it, Louis. Now it's time to leave him.

Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.

It is not man who is the enemy of the human species. It is the irrational; it is the spiritual when it is divorced from the material; from the lesson in one beating heart or one bleeding vein.

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.