I Was Good And Bad, But Never

I Lived Like A Man Who Wanted To Die But Who Had No Courage To Do It Himself.

You Are Alone When Something Like This Happens. Doesn't Matter How Many People Love You And Want To Help You. You Are Alone. When Marchent Died, She Was Alone.

I Stumble Through A Carnival Of Horrors

I Was The Vampire Lestat Again. I Was Back In Action. New Orleans Was Once Again My Hunting Ground.

My Conscience Is Killing Me, Isn't It? And When You're Immortal That Can Be A Really Long And Ignominious Death