Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

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.

All my life,I've been afraid of things, as a child and a woman must be. I lied about it naturally. I fancied myself a witch and walked in dark streets to punish myself for my doubts. But I knew what it meant to be afraid.

Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

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.

My life's been too much of a self-created vocation. And there are times when I think I've done everything in the name of defiance.