You know nothing... And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire who made that vampire knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.

I had many wonderful experiences, received beautiful letters, and my Christian books received substantive and thoughtful reviews. But there was always argument, dispute, questions as to what I "really" believed, lectures from here and there on "the real truth," etc.

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!

Some mysteries are simply irresistible,” she said. “They have components that alter a life.

Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.

The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?