Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

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

If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.

A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell.

You make me miserable. You really do, I want you to know that. Much as I love you, much as I need you, much as I can't exist without you, you make me miserable.

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.