All my life,I've been afraid of things, as a child and a woman must be. I lied about it naturally. I fancied myself a witch and walked in dark streets to punish myself for my doubts. But I knew what it meant to be afraid.

Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

Memnoch the Devil happen to be my favorite of all The Vampire Chronicles.

I broke with my religion in college.

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.