It’s an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn’t destroy us, if it doesn’t burn away the...

Lestat: I despise you! I ought to destroy you-finish what I started when I made you. Turn you into ashes and sift them through my hands. You know that I could do it! Like that!...

Everyone today has a story; the world’s an archive.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

Maybe thats what hell is. You go mad, and all your demonds come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.

I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.

We’re all gonna die!” I never got over it. I went to class, I did what I had to do, but I was a gibbering idiot. It never went away. I never again felt the...

We half to make our lives meaningful in spite of what we don’t know.

I hear nothing. I hear nothing, but what does it mean that I hear nothing? I walk in the cemeteries of this city at night and I hear nothing. I walk among mortals and sometimes...

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

During this crisis you failed us

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

Re-telling the Christian story is the essence of my vocation. That has been going on since the Evangelists in one form or another.

The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.

Louis found me in the rear parlor, the one more distant from the noises of the tourists in the Rue Royale, and with its windows open to the courtyard below. I was in fact looking...

In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses...

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding...

And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.

Her blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestat’s words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard her heart in that...

Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt

You’ll sing a song of victory, eternally, though there is none to be had.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn’t heartless. She was only aware of things...

The only power that exists is inside ourselves.

In the story of the prince and the frog, there’s always a frog. This story … it has no frog.

It struck me, sharp and hard, that I had been given so many chances to save my soul that my entire life had been constructed around these chances! That was my nature – going from...

Motivated employees are crucial to a company’s success.

I thought The Shining was just absolutely wonderful. Stephen King reaches all kinds of people. In the beginning he was just dismissed out of hand, which was terrible.

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil… Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

There is a horrifying loneliness at work in this time. No, listen to me. We lived six and seven to a room in those days, when I was still among the living. The city streets...

…But still, even now, to think of it, I feel something akin to that happiness. And I’ve more reason now than ever to say that happiness is not what I will ever know, or will...

Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.

I don’t think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is.

But at that moment I heard Claudia’s voice. She was calling my name. I turned, and, through the tangled vines I saw her distant and tiny, like a white flame on the faint luminescent shell...

. . . as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And...

Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen King’s books and learn a lot about who we were...

Maybe a new religion will rise now. Maybe without it, man will crumble in cynicism and selfishness because he really needs his gods.

I don’t believe in anything, Mother,” I said. “You told Armand long ago that you believe you’ll find answers in the great jungles and forests; that the stars will finally reveal a vast truth. But...

We live in a world full of accidents finally in which on aesthetic principles have a consistency of which we can be sure. Right and wrong we will struggle with forever striving to create and...

Darkness had been essentially banished from the Earth. It had become a choice.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty’s dead.

The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain.

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They’ve always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.

So why must it wound him that the most despairing music is full of beauty? Why must it hurt him and make him cynical and sad and untrusting?

Every moment must be first known and then savored.

A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there...

You’re a mystery the way a sacrament is a mystery.

New Orleans, city of roaches, city of decay, city of our family, and of happy, happy people.