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

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.

Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions of the past.

Everything we do in life, we do with certain expectations.

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

I like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.