So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.

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.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals. But these things don't stop me, Mother. I'm too strong for them to stop me. As you said yourself once, I am very good at being what I am. These things merely now and then make me suffer, that's all

[...] so important to believe in a concept of goodness, even if we make it up ourselves. We don't really make it up. it's there, isn't it?" "Oh, yes, it's there," she said. "It's there because we put it there.

I enjoy the Web site a lot and I like being able to talk to my readers. I've always had a very close relationship with them.