You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.

What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

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

In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity.

Yet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I had never been, heard vague incantations, felt the heat of raging fires on my face. And they didn't come out of him, these visions. Rather I drew them out on my own. Yet I never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this." — Lestat de Lioncourt

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.