The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.

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.

The one thing you share with every mortal is death.

"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"

No one is safe from nature's savagery,not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent. Gabrielle envisions a time when the Savage Garden will overtake civilizations and destroy it.

I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.