What If I Could Give

Lestat And Louie Feel Sorry For Vampires That Sparkle In The Sun. They Would Never Hurt Immortals Who Choose To Spend Eternity Going To High School Over And Over Again In A Small Town ---- Anymore Than They Would Hurt The Physically Disabled Or The Mentally Challenged. My Vampires Possess Gravitas. They Can Afford To Be Merciful.

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 Conveyed The Power To Walk On Water.

I'm Hoping What All Sentient Beings Hope ... That Somehow I'm Part Of Something Larger Than Myself, In Which I Play A Role, An Actual Role That Is Somehow Intended And Meaningful.

The One Thing You Share With Every Mortal Is Death.

It Is Not Man Who Is The Enemy Of The Human Species. It Is The Irrational; It Is The Spiritual When It Is Divorced From The Material; From The Lesson In One Beating Heart Or One Bleeding Vein.