The Truth Is Most Women Are Weak,

The Only Pain In Pleasure Is The Pleasure Of The Pain.

The Finest Thing Under The Sun And Moon Is The Human Soul. I Marvel At The Small Miracles Of Kindness That Pass Between Humans, I Marvel At The Growth Of Conscience, At The Persistence Of Reason In The Face Of All Superstition Or Despair. I Marvel At Human Endurance.

I Love You Still, That's The Torment Of It. Lestat I Never Loved. But You! The Measure Of My Hatred Is That Love. They Are The Same! Do You Know Now How Much I Hate You!

I Had Many Wonderful Experiences, Received Beautiful Letters, And My Christian Books Received Substantive And Thoughtful Reviews. But There Was Always Argument, Dispute, Questions As To What I "really" Believed, Lectures From Here And There On "the Real Truth," Etc.

One Will Hate You For Taking His Life, Another Will Run To Excesses That You Scorn. A Third Will Emerge Mad And Raving, Another A Monster You Cannot Control. One Will Be Jealous Of Your Superiority, Another Shut You Out... And The Veil Will Always Come Down Between You Make A Legion, You Will Be, Always And Forever Alone!