Oh, The Lies That I Have Told

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.

Cities Have Distinct Personalities. It's A Matter Of Knowing It.

The Prince Is Never Going To Come. Everyone Knows That; And Maybe Sleeping Beauty's Dead.

What I Did Was Take The Jesus Of The Gospels, The Son Of God, The Son Of The Virgin Mary, And Sought To Make Him Utterly Believable, A Vital Breathing Character.

When We Love And Want Nothing But Good For That Person, It's One Of The Greatest Gifts We Possess.