The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.
Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.
What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.
Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we’ll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.
You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.
I resolved to move just a little bit more slowly through the world, to look around myself with greater care, and to try to remain conscious of all that was going on around me at all times.
Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don’t come together in real groups.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.
Lestat: Toughen up baby. I’m looking for the eternal scum.
I would have done just about anything for him.
Revenge is the concern of those who are at some point or other beaten. I am not beaten, I told myself. No, not beaten. And victory is far more interesting to contemplate than revenge.
I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.
The greatest create of power you have on earth, whether you are an angel, a spirit, a man or woman or child is to help others.
There are so many books I mean to read, and things I mean to see.
Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I’m not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We’re beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger, yet we’re merciless killers.
It draws it’s strength, this big secret, from the same root from which I draw my strength, both the good and the bad, because in the end, they cannot be separated.
But all morality is of necessity shaped by context. I’m not talking relativism, no. To ignore the context of a decision is in fact immoral.
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.
I grabbed her ankle and kissed it, and when I looked up I saw her chin and her eyelashes as she threw back her head and laughed.
How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.