I’d Thought I Knew What Beauty Was

The Evil Of One Murder Is Infinite, And My Guilt Is Like My Beauty - Eternal. I Cannot Be Forgiven, For There Is No One To Forgive Me For All I've Done.

Perhaps This Is The Only Real Evil Left.

My Last Sunrise. That Morning, I Was Not Yet A Vampire. And I Saw My Last Sunrise. I Remember It Completely; Yet I Do Not Think I Remember Any Other Sunrise Before It.

Writers Write About What Obsesses Them. You Draw Those Cards. I Lost My Mother When I Was 14. My Daughter Died At The Age Of 6. I Lost My Faith As A Catholic. When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always There. I Go Where The Pain Is.

Do I Believe That People Are Basically Good? Yes, I Do Believe That, And I Trust Buddhists And Hindus And Moslems To Seek The Good And To Want To Live In Peace.