You are someone worth loving

Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.

I'm speaking of the character of human beings, not what they believe in. I'm speaking of those who won't accept a useless life just because they were born to it. I mean those who would be something better. They work, they sacrifice, they do things..." He was moved by this, and I was a little surprised that I'd said it. Yet I felt I'd had hurt him somehow. "There is blessedness in that." I said. "There's sanctity. And God or no God, there is goodness in it. I know this the way I know the mountains are out there, that the stars shine.

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

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.

I know nothing of God or the Devil. I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul.