I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

I know nothing of God or the Devil. I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul.

I don't know why one author writes westerns while another writes detective novels. You don't know why. You go where the intensity is. I feel most comfortable writing about monsters. It's possible that I feel like a monster myself. Or maybe it's because we all have a monster inside of us, a vampire, a ghost, a witch or a werewolf. You do it because it works and it feels really right and authentic.

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

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

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.

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.