I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.
Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?
Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?
Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt
Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.