I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.

What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.

In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?

Because," she said, "that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn't they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which men want to live.