It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

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.

I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.

Lestat: I despise you! I ought to destroy you-finish what I started when I made you. Turn you into ashes and sift them through my hands. You know that I could do it! Like that! Like the snap of mortal fingers, I could do it. Burn you as I burnt your little house. And nothing could save you, nothing at all.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

But don't you see, all human decisions are made like this. Do you think the mother knows what will happen to the child in her womb? Dear God, we are lost, I tell you. What does it matter if you give it to me and it's wrong! There is no wrong! There is only desperation, and I would have it! I want to live forever with you.

The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.