Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

Memnoch the Devil happen to be my favorite of all The Vampire Chronicles.

You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.

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

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

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.