Oh Lestat, You Deserved Everything That's Ever

Words. Borne On The Ever Swelling Current Of Hatred, Like Flowers Opening In The Current, Petals Peeling Back, Then Falling Apart.

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.

It Was Over Now, And The Meaningless World Was Tolerable And Need Not Be Explained. And Never Would It Be, And How Foolish I Had Ever Been To Think So.

Memnoch The Devil Happen To Be My Favorite Of All The Vampire Chronicles.

I Think To Feel This Happy Is To Be Miserable, To Feel This Much Satisfaction Is To Burn.