I'm that bad, am I? I whispered, lips trembling. I was going to bawl again. In all the world, with all the things humans have done, all the unspeakable horrors men have visited on other men, the unthinkable suffering of women and children worldwide at the hands of mankind, and I'm that bad!
An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.
No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don't you think? The young are eternally desperate, he said frankly. And books, they offer hope — that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe one is saved.
The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.
Information age. I guess I'm part of it, even if I can't remember how to use my iPhone from week to week, and have to learn how to send e-mails all over again every couple of years, and can't retain any profound technological knowledge about the computers I sometimes use.
The Vampire Lestat here.