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Maybe this is madness. Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.

Still whining , Louis!

I like you both! And that's better than loving you, for that's expected, you know. But liking you, what a curious surprise.

Don't cling to reason so desperately in a world of so many horrid contradictions

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

Roget looked so profoundly timid. What is it like, working for a well-dressed lunatic who pays you triple what anyone else would pay to forget your better judgment?

The explanation of evil is a hell of a lot more disappointing than that. It's blunders, people making blunders, whether it's raiding a village and killing all the inhabitants, or killing a child in a fit of rage. Mistakes. Everything is simply a matter of mistakes.

One can't be a killer every moment of one's life. Some humanity is going to show itself now and then, some hunger for normality, no matter what you do.

I had seen my becoming a vampire in two lights: The first light was simply enchantment... But the other light was my wish for self-destruction.

Maharet's skin, which had been so pale and almost luminous in life, so like the inner lining of a seashell.

My hands were…my strange white, slender, glittering hands.

She said further that this Geneva blood drinker was tragically in love with Lestat.

In fiction if nowhere else, I must have a little meaning, a little coherence, or I will go mad.

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

And I had the most disconcerting sensation: that in my memory she would look up from that game of solitaire and the sockets of her eyes would be empty.

An actor said at one point that evil was a necessity. It was food for genius.

Delicious it was, the hatred between us, or so I thought. Such unfamiliar excitement, to have him there to ridicule and despise.

she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

Maybe I'll obey the rules. Some of them, anyway, who knows? What are you going to do if I don't, by the way, and haven't I asked you this before?

Alas, my being the James Bond of vampires isn't the whole issue. Vanity must wait.

Finally I closed my eyes and opened them again, and I smiled very gently at the creature.

My father who art in hell, Lestat be your name.

I suppose we could people the world with vampires, the three of us,' she said.

If there is any sea as blue as the Caribbean I have never beheld it, and when it is seen at twilight, it is most spectacular, but then you will hear more of this later, for I have had much time to contemplate the color of this sea. On