I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.

I am afraid of death. I believe nothing, and therefore like many who believe nothing I must make something, and that something is the meaning which I give my life.

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

I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.