"Be gone from me, oh mortals who are pure of heart.
Be gone from my thoughts,
Oh souls that dream great dreams.
Be gone from me, all hymns of glory.
I am the magnet for the damned.
At least for a little while.
And then my heart cries out,
My heart will not be still,
My heart will not give up,
My heart will not give in-
The blood that teaches life will not teach lies,
And love becomes again my reprimand, my goad, my song."
-Anne Rice, Blood Canticle
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