Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

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.

...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

I left Christianity because I wanted to be a moral person. That is why I left. I no longer believed in its lies.

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.