When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.

Louis: You See That Old Woman? That Will Never Happen To You. You Will Never Grow Old, And You Will Never Die. Claudia: And It Means Something Else Too, Doesn't It? I Shall Never Ever Grow Up.

It's Not So," I Said. "and How Long Do You Think It Will Sustain You, Feeling And Seeing And Touching And Tasting, If There Is No Love? No One With You?

Your Love To Others, And Their Love For You, That The Increase Of Love In Life Itself Around You, Is What Matters.

The Vampires Have Always Been Metaphors For Me. They've Always Been Vehicles Through Which I Can Express Things I Have Felt Very, Very Deeply.