Garden Of Pain, I Need You. What

Pride Is The Parent Of Destruction; Pride Eats The Mind And The Heart And The Soul Alive.

Goodnight Sweet Prince, May Flights Of Devils Wing You To Your Rest.

If I Haven't Put That On A T-shirt, I'm Going To. Actually, I Really Don't Want To Write Anything That Can't Be Put On A T-shirt. Actually I'd Like To Write Only On T-shirts. Actually, I'd Like To Write Whole Novels On T-shirts. So You Guys Could Say, 'i'm Wearing Chapter 8 Of Lestat's New Book, That's My Favorite; Oh I See You're Wearing Chapter 6-

Let Tears Gather In Your Eyes. You Haven’t Tears Enough For What You’ve Done To Me. Six More Mortal Years, Seven, Eight…i Might Have Had That Shape!’ Her Pointed Finger Flew At Madeleine, Whose Hands Had Risen To Her Face, Whose Eyes Were Clouded Over. Her Moan Was Almost Claudia’s Name. But Claudia Did Not Hear Her. ‘yes, That Shape, I Might Have Known What It Was To Walk At Your Side.

I Want To Be A Saint. I Want To Save Souls By The Millions. I Want To Do Good Far And Wide. I Want To Fight Evil! I Want My Life-sized Statue In Every Church. I'm Talking Six Feet Tall, Blond Hair, Blue Eyes-.wait A Second.do You Know Who I Am?