My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted."Oh, inocent love," she said even as she drank from me, "oh, innocent innocent love."

The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.

I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.

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

His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.