I Do Want To Go Another Way

There's A Virtue,' Felix Said, 'to Listening To A Reluctant Storyteller. You Know That He Is In Fact Diving Deep For The Salvageable Truth.

Mortal Beauty Often Makes Me Ache, And Mortal Grandeur Can Fill Me With That Longing...but Paris, Paris Drew Me Close To Her Heart, So I Forgot Myself Entirely. Forgot The Damned And Questing Preternatural Thing That Doted On Mortal Skin And Mortal Clothing. Paris Overwhelmed, And Lightened And Rewarded More Richly Than Any Promise.

I Can't Believe The World Was Created In Six Days. I Do Not Take Genesis Or Revelation Literally. I Am Out. I Am Alone. I Am An Outsider For Christ. I Will Study My Bible, And Pray To God In Private And Alone. I Have No Other Choice.

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.

I Know Nothing Of God Or The Devil. I Have Never Seen A Vision Nor Learned A Secret That Would Damn Or Save My Soul.