I Was A Newborn Vampire, Weeping At

As If The Night Had Said To Me, ‘you Are The Night And The Night Alone Understands You And Enfolds You In Its Arms’ One With The Shadows. Without Nightmare. An Inexplicable Peace.

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.

Our Language Needs Endless Synonyms For Beautiful; The Eyes Could See What The Tongue Cannot Possibly Describe.

What Does It Mean To Die When You Can Live Until The End Of The World?

I Love The One Who Punishes Me Well.