I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

Don't you see? It is a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil.

Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?

Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.

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

The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?