They float upon the surface of the darkness in which I’m drowning.
When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can’t say it enough.
I claim Dickens as a mentor. He’s my teacher. He’s one of my driving forces.
None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.
I never lie,” I said offhand. “At least not to those I don’t love.
Lestat: Toughen up baby. I’m looking for the eternal scum.
I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.
I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!
I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.