What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?
Perhaps this is the only real evil left.
Fear is only good when you have a choice in things.
The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.
Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?
I like mainly to be invisible, to sort of drift around unseen in the world.
Memnoch the Devil happen to be my favorite of all The Vampire Chronicles.
I’m definitely more influenced by European writers than I am by American writers, there’s no doubt about that.
When you make his sandwiches, put a sexy or loving note in his lunch box.
When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.
You are someone worth loving.
I don’t like myself you know. I love myself. I’m devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don’t like myself.
The evil of one murder is infinite, and my guilt is like my beauty – eternal. I cannot be forgiven, for there is no one to forgive me for all I’ve done.
For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.
Sometimes fear is a warning. It’s like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.
I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat’s iridescent eyes, that I’d sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.
I love you still, that’s the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!
Aren’t there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?
The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.
The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can’t live without her.