You Look Good To Me, You Damnable

Drink From Me And Live Forever. Lestat De Lioncourt

Who Knew That Better Than I, Who Had Presided Over The Death Of My Own Body, Seeing All I Called Human Wither And Die Only To Form An Unbreakable Chain Which Held Me Fast To This World Yet Made Me Forever Its Exile, A Specter With A Beating Heart?

I Had Wanted To Say That My Song Was Far Too Painful To Sing.

I Don't Like Myself You Know. I Love Myself. I'm Devoted To Myself Till My Dying Day. But I Don't Like Myself.

The Supernatural World Has Always Been More Real To Me Than The Real World.