To Write Something, You Have To Risk

For Always In Her There Was A Dark Place Full Of Despair And A Great Dividing Force To Make Meaning Because There Was None.

The Earth Here Is Beautiful. And It Still Belongs To The Dead.

I Can't Get Very Far Away From Christianity, I Can't Get Very Far Away From The Angels And The Saints. I Work Them In Always, In Some Way.

My Life's Been Too Much Of A Self-created Vocation. And There Are Times When I Think I've Done Everything In The Name Of Defiance.

His Blood Coursed Through My Veins Sweeter Than Life Itself. And As It Did, Lestats Words Made Sense To Me. I Knew Peace Only When I Killed And When I Heard His Heart In That Terrible Rhythm, I Knew Again What Peace Could Be.