Lestat: Toughen Up Baby. I'm Looking For

Writers, As They Gain Success, Feel Like Outsiders Because Writers Don't Come Together In Real Groups.

Everything We Do In Life, We Do With Certain Expectations.

How Could Anyone Love Him? What Did You Just Tell Me Yourself About The World? Don't You See, Everybody Hates God Now. It's Not That God Is Dead In The Twentieth Century. It's That Everybody Hates Him! At Least I Think So.

Mortal Beauty Often Makes Me Ache, And Mortal Grandeur Can Fill Me With That Longing...but Paris, Paris Drew Me Close To Her Heart, So I Forgot Myself Entirely. Forgot The Damned And Questing Preternatural Thing That Doted On Mortal Skin And Mortal Clothing. Paris Overwhelmed, And Lightened And Rewarded More Richly Than Any Promise.

First-person Narrators Is The Way I Know How To Write A Book With The Greatest Power And Chance Of Artistic Success.