I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.

Every moment must be first known and then savored.

You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone. When Marchent died, she was alone.

Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets - as vast and indestructible as nature itself.

The old gods will bring about vengeance not so much because they exist but because I once honored them.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

I broke with my religion in college.