I claim Dickens as a mentor. He's my teacher. He's one of my driving forces.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?

When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough.

And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.