And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.

Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.

Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.

I am not times fool, nor a god hardened by the millennia; I am not the trickster in the black cape nor the sorrowful wanderer. I have a conscience. I know right from wrong I know what I do and yes, I do it. I am the Vampire Lestat. That's your answer do with it as you will.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?

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

an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.