Well it worked, didn’t it?!

“And when the night was empty and still, I heard the voices of Interview with the Vampire singing to me, as if they sang from the grave. I read the book over  and over. And then in a moment of contemptible anger, I shredded it to bits.”

“… As for the lies he told, the mistakes  he made, well, I forgive him his excess  of imagination, his bitterness, and his vanity, which was, after all, never very great… But little things like this don’t really matter. He told the tale as he believed it… And why should I bother to tell of the times he came to me in wretched anxiety, begging me never to leave him…” 

“Read between the lines.”