I had many wonderful experiences, received beautiful letters, and my Christian books received substantive and thoughtful reviews. But there was always argument, dispute, questions as to what I "really" believed, lectures from here and there on "the real truth," etc.
His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.
Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.
Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.
an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.
God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?