Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt

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

Don't you see? I'm not the spirit of any age. I'm at odds with everything and always have been! I have never belonged anywhere with anyone at any time!

I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them sing! I was sent here to be alive. To breathe and sweat and thirst and sometimes cry.

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

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.

It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this common moment is so brimming full of blessed design tranquility. All things follow their course.