Victoria

“A silence fell between us. “I loved her, you know,” I said. “I loved her.” “Yes, I do know,” he said, “and, you see, I did not. And so this doesn’t matter to me very much. What matters much more is that I love you.”
― Anne Rice, Prince Lestat

“I read her thoughts and I found the poetry inside of her, beneath the misfortune of warts and pockmarked skin, of hunched shoulders and deformed limbs. I loved her. Indeed she became, whole and entire, quite beautiful to me—. And she came to love me with her whole heart.”
― Anne Rice, Prince Lestat

“She protected me. We had the souls of each other. We loved in some realm where the natural and the preternatural meant nothing.”
― Anne Rice, Prince Lestat

“I am tired of writing memorials to black men
whom I was on the brink of knowing
weary like fig trees
weighted like a crepe myrtle
with all the black substance poured into earth
before earth is ready to bear.
I am tired of holy deaths
of the ulcerous illuminations the cerebral accidents
the psychology of the oppressed
where mental health is the ability
to repress
knowledge of the world’s cruelty.”
― Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poems