Delicious it was, the hatred between us, or so I thought. Such unfamiliar excitement, to have him there to ridicule and despise.
The trip back from Pointe du Lac was thrilling. And the constant chatter of Lestat was positively the most boring and disheartening thing I experienced. Of course as I said, I was far from being his equal.
I’m a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well.
Vengeance, blind and sterile and contemptible.
Silence. All around him silence, wrapping up his spoken words and making them loud. Making them sharp in the stillness, like a movement, like a drop in temperature. Silence. There.
The stars shone as brightly as if they were tumbling on the Final Day.
Words spoken to drunkards were truly words written in water. They vanished into the endless void in which the drunkard languished.
Deep within us all are the seeds of hate for what is different. We do not have to be taught these things. We have to be taught not to give in to them! They are in our blood; but in our minds is the charity and the love to overcome them.
Now, when a vampire goes underground as we call it – when he ceases to drink blood and he just lies in the earth – he soon becomes too weak to resurrect himself, and what follows is a dream state.
I mean that one cannot expect to possess knowledge which does not change one. Once one knows, then one is acting upon that knowledge, whether it is to withhold the knowledge from those who would also be changed, or to give it to them.
One doesn’t simply glut oneself on blood.
Happy Halloween, vampire boys and girls.
I found her more alluring than any woman I’d known in mortal life.
An accidental chaos blindly serving up the unaccountable beauty he now saw.
The big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in this world. It’s How to explain the existence of good.
Too many voices out there in the night.
He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.
Woman rescued by Yeti!’How dare they make this into a joke.
Writers had a way of redeeming everything that ever happens to them.
Something had happened to his entire body that was very much like what happens to the erectile tissue of his organ when a man is sexually aroused. It increases marvellously in size, no matter what the man wants to happen. It goes from something flaccid and secret to becoming a kind of weapon.