Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

When you find out there is no ultimate good and evil in which you can place your faith, the world does not fall apart at the seams. It simply means that every decision is more difficult, more critical, because you are creating the good and evil yourself and they are very real.

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.

Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.

Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.