Very Few Beings Really Seek Knowledge In

Do You Know What I Think About Crying? I Think Some People Have To Learn To Do It. But Once You Learn, Once You Know How To Really Cry, There's Nothing Quite Like It. I Feel Sorry For Those Who Don't Know The Trick. It's Like Whistling Or Singing.

I Know Christianity; And I Know I Have To Move Away From It And Approach Jesus Christ On My Own. I Have To Talk To Him Directly And Seek His Guidance And Protection As I Seek To Make My Commitment To Him Central To My Life.

A Perfectly Evil Devil Makes Even Less Sense Than A Perfect God.

I Saw The Light,saw The Myriad Spirits Flying Loose Up The Tunnel Towards The Celestial Blaze, The Tunnel Perfectly Round And Widening As They Rose And For One Blessed Moment, One Blessed Tiny Instant, The Songs Of Heaven Resounded Down The Tunnel As If Its Curves Were Not Made Of Wind But Of Something Solid That Could Echo These Ethereal Songs, And Their Organized Rhythm, Their Heartbreaking Beauty Piercing The Catastrophic Suffering Of This Place-lestat

Fear Is Only Good When You Have A Choice In Things.