I look like a turnip with hair in the morning!
I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.
And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?
I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
Evil is a point of view. . . God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately. . . for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.
I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.
All these things, social media or [smart] phones or the things that distract us from each other, are fairly new. They're all fairly new inventions, and I think we're in a stage where we sort of as a whole have gotten these new toys and we're just obsessed with playing with them. I feel like after a period of adjustment it will inevitably be a regression from where we are now.
We have doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself.
Future medicine will be the medicine of frequencies.