Love me. You have destroyed everything! But if you love me, it can all be restored in a new form. Love me.
Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.
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.
I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.
I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
I will be the Vampire Lestat for all to see. A symbol, a freak of nature - something loved, something despised all of those things. I tell you I can't give it up. I can't miss. And quite frankly I am...
Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.
I saw my real gods . . the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity.
I am in love with you', I responded.He laughed the most beguiling and gentle laugh.'Of course you are,' he replied. 'I understand perfectly because I'm in love with myself. The fact that I'm not trans...
The only power that exists is inside ourselves.
None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
Consequently, if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan's power comes from God and so that Satan is simply God's child, and that we are God's children also. There are no children...
If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.
Information age. I guess I'm part of it, even if I can't remember how to use my iPhone from week to week, and have to learn how to send e-mails all over again every couple of years, and can't retain a...
Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt
Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.
Let the flesh instruct the mind.
A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.
I want to love all the children of God - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - everyone. I want to love gay Christians and straight Christians.
I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface con...