I Know Nothing, Because I Know Too

When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always There. I Go Where The Pain Is.

Lestat And Louie Feel Sorry For Vampires That Sparkle In The Sun. They Would Never Hurt Immortals Who Choose To Spend Eternity Going To High School Over And Over Again In A Small Town ---- Anymore Than They Would Hurt The Physically Disabled Or The Mentally Challenged. My Vampires Possess Gravitas. They Can Afford To Be Merciful.

If You Want To Be A Writer, Write. Write And Write And Write. If You Stop, Start Again. Save Everything That You Write. If You Feel Blocked, Write Through It Until You Feel Your Creative Juices Flowing Again. Write. Writing Is What Makes A Writer, Nothing More And Nothing Less.

So We Reach Into The Raging Chaos, And We Cling To It, And We Tell Ourselves It Has Meaning, And That The World Is Good, And We Are Not Evil, And We Will All Go Home In The End.

I Allowed Myself To Forget How Totally I Had Fallen In Love With Lestat's Iridescent Eyes, That I'd Sold My Soul For A Many-colored And Luminescent Thing, Thinking That A Highly Reflective Surface Conveyed The Power To Walk On Water.