I No Longer Represent Any Organized Religion.

I’d Thought I Knew What Beauty Was In Women; But She’d Surpassed All The Language I Had For It.

My Last Sunrise. That Morning, I Was Not Yet A Vampire. And I Saw My Last Sunrise. I Remember It Completely; Yet I Do Not Think I Remember Any Other Sunrise Before It.

As A Child, I Saw This Beautiful Film, Dracula's Daughter, And It Was With Gloria Holden And Was A Sequel To The Original Dracula. It Was All About This Beautiful Daughter Of Dracula Who Was An Artist In London, And She Felt Drinking Blood Was A Curse. It Had Beautiful, Sensitive Scenes In It, And That Film Mesmerized Me. It Established To Me What Vampires Were—these Elegant, Tragic, Sensitive People. I Was Really Just Going With That Feeling When Writing Interview With The Vampire. I Didn't Do A Lot Of Research.

But I Still Did Not Realize How Mad She Was, And How Accustomed To Dreaming; And That She Would Not Cry Out For Reality, Rather Would Feed Reality To Her Dreams, A Demon Elf Feeding Her Spinning Wheel With The Reeds Of The World So She Might Make Her Own Weblike Universe.

[...] So Important To Believe In A Concept Of Goodness, Even If We Make It Up Ourselves. We Don't Really Make It Up. It's There, Isn't It?" "oh, Yes, It's There," She Said. "it's There Because We Put It There.