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

You are someone worth loving

What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character.

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.

Lestat: I despise you! I ought to destroy you-finish what I started when I made you. Turn you into ashes and sift them through my hands. You know that I could do it! Like that! Like the snap of mortal fingers, I could do it. Burn you as I burnt your little house. And nothing could save you, nothing at all.

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.

I like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.