In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.
Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.
We are predators, Whose all seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.
Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.
His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.
I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius.
Every moment must be first known and then savored.
And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.
Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt.
Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.
Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth.
Claudia, you’ve been a very very naughty little girl.
I’m Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.
I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!
Who knew that better than I, who had presided over the death of my own body, seeing all I called human wither and die only to form an unbreakable chain which held me fast to this world yet made me forever its exile, a specter with a beating heart?
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.
Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun.
You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.