First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.
It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there...
Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.
And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually... it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then li...
In his refusal to believe in anything supernatural or inherently evil, he was as unrealistic as an old voodoo queen who sees spirits everywhere.
I enjoy the Web site a lot and I like being able to talk to my readers. I've always had a very close relationship with them.
There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world- its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles.
The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.
The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of reason in th...
Take me from this earth an endless night- this, the end of life.
I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.
Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't...
But you love books, then, Aunt Queen was saying. I had to listen.Oh, yes, Lestat said. Sometimes they are the only thing that keeps me alive.What a strange thing to say at your age, she laughed.No, bu...
It seemed at moments, when I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down the meet the sea and some great secret was to be revealed.
As I looked down at him, as I saw his yellow hair pressed against my coat, I had a vision of him from long ago, that tall, stately gentleman in the swirling black cape, with his head thrown back, his...
Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.
When we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us
We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.
Mortal beauty often makes me ache, and mortal grandeur can fill me with that longing...but Paris, Paris drew me close to her heart, so I forgot myself entirely. Forgot the damned and questing preterna...
Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.