I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's

In The Spring Of 1988, I Returned To New Orleans, And As Soon As I Smelled The Air, I Knew I Was Home. It Was Rich, Almost Sweet, Like The Scent Of Jasmine And Roses Around Our Old Courtyard. I Walked The Streets, Savoring That Long Lost Perfume.

Evil Is Always Possible. Goodness Is A Difficulty.

Let The Flesh Instruct The Mind.

Drink From Me And Live Forever. Lestat De Lioncourt

But Just Remember, Life Without Me Would Be Even More Unbearable.