"you're A Perfect Devil, Lestat!" He Was

You Know Nothing... And Suppose The Vampire Who Made You Knew Nothing, And The Vampire Who Made That Vampire Knew Nothing, And The Vampire Before Him Knew Nothing, And So It Goes Back And Back, Nothing Proceeding From Nothing, Until There Is Nothing! And We Must Live With The Knowledge That There Is No Knowledge.

Phil Was Mumbling That Reuben Might Become A Writer After All And Writers Had A Way Of "redeeming Everything That Ever Happens To Them.

To Write Something, You Have To Risk Making A Fool Of Yourself.

The Finest Thing Under The Sun And Moon Is The Human Soul. I Marvel At The Small Miracles Of Kindness That Pass Between Humans, I Marvel At The Growth Of Conscience, At The Persistence Of Reason In The Face Of All Superstition Or Despair. I Marvel At Human Endurance.

You Are Someone Worth Loving