What Is Written Beneath This Heavy Handsome

I Would Have Done Just About Anything For Him.

Words Are Like Gems To Me... Imagine Yourself Walking Through A Very Shallow Stream And Picking Up Beautiful Stones That Catch Your Eye... That's What Names Are Like For Me.

I Kept Glancing At Him And Away From Him, As If His Green Eyes Were Hurting Me. In Modern Parlance He Was A Laser Beam. Deadly And Delicate He Seemed. His Victims Had Always Loved Him. And I Had Always Loved Him, Hadn't I, No Matter What Happened, And How Strong Could Love Grow If You Had Eternity To Nourish It, And It Took Only These Few Moments In Time To Renew Its Momentum, Its Heat? -lestat

Dear God, Help Me. Do Not Forget Me On This Tiny Cinder Lost In A Galaxy That Is Lost–a Heart No Bigger Than A Speck Of Dust Beating, Beating Against Death, Against Meaninglessness, Against Guilt, Against Sorrow.

To Be Godless Is Probably The First Step To Innocence," He Said, "to Lose The Sense Of Sin And Subordination, The False Grief For Things Supposed To Be Lost." So By Innocence You Mean Not An Absence Of Experience, But An Absence Of Illusions." An Absence Of Need For Illusions," He Said. "a Love Of And Respect For What Is Right Before Your Eyes.