Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun

You think I live in the past. You don't understand that I actually change with every era, I always have as best I can

I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened in the way that we dream of others listening, his face seeming to reflect on every thing said. He did not start forward to seize on my slightest pause, to assert an understanding of something before the thought was finished, or to argue with a swift, irresistible impulse -- the things which often make dialogue impossible. And after a long interval he said, 'I want you. I want you more than anything in the world.

But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen King's books and learn a lot about who we were by reading those books.

We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.