And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.

The old gods will bring about vengeance not so much because they exist but because I once honored them.

I saw the Light,saw the myriad spirits flying loose up the Tunnel towards the celestial blaze, the Tunnel perfectly round and widening as they rose and for one blessed moment, one blessed tiny instant, the songs of Heaven resounded down the tunnel as if its curves were not made of wind but of something solid that could echo these ethereal songs, and their organized rhythm, their heartbreaking beauty piercing the catastrophic suffering of this place-Lestat

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.

The thing should have plot and character, beginning, middle and end. Arouse pity and then have a catharsis. Those were the best principles I was ever taught.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.