Victoria

“Fear and music and blood and pain. That was still his existence.”
― Anne Rice, Prince Lestat

“how many like Antoine were roaming the world, weak, afraid, without comrades or the consolation of love, clinging to existence as he did?”
― 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