"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"

I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you.

The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can't live without her.

I'm definitely more influenced by European writers than I am by American writers, there's no doubt about that.

And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.

Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions of the past.

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.