Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

“We half to make our lives meaningful in spite of what we don't know.”

“I don't need to sleep to play. I'm crazy anyway. Being crazier still could only…”

“The sky was growing dangerously light when I left Lestat and made my way to the…”

“Não importava que Deus no céu fosse católico, protestante ou hindu. O que impor…”