Memnoch the Devil happen to be my favorite of all The Vampire Chronicles.
Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ASK. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds.
I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.
I can't keep up with Stephen King's output.
My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.
I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.
Obviously, a writer can't know everything about what she writes. It's impossible.
That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don't have a group apprenticeship like a violinist might training for an orchestra.
We're frightened of what makes us different.
The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.
The whole theme of Interview with the Vampire was Louis's quest for meaning in a godless world. He searched to find the oldest existing immortal simply to ask, What is the meaning of what we are?
To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.
People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
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.
Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.
To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.
