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I'd like to meet the devil some night,' he said once with a malignant smile. 'I'd chase him from here to the wilds of the Pacific. I am the devil.' And

If you are evil, how can voluptuousness and debauchery be your enemies? Don't the world, the flesh, and the devil conspire equally against man?

The conflict lies between the morals of the artist and the morals of society, not between aesthetics and morality.

I'm supposed to be the rebellious one, l'enfant terrible.

Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.

Doll, doll,' I called her. That's what she was. A magic doll. Laughter and infinite intellect and then the round-cheeked face, the bud mouth.

Ah, so much to ponder. But not now. Now was the time for the conjugal blessing of this new abode.

Lestat appeared to be studying Stirling, who had fallen silent, staring at Lestat, perhaps doing that little mental trick of memorizing all the details about which h would write later on. Members of the Talamasca were especially trained to do it.

off without a trace; we cover up the kill." "You are an imp, Lestat, you know it? A brat.

You are the damnedest creature!" he whispered.

You don't see the evidence of youth in me; it is something so far afield of the promises of youth that I've only begun to understand its agonies.

From her long red locks she had taken one hair after another and spun it into thread, working with silent speed as he approached her.

As for Mael, I couldn't help but note his quiet fury, and it struck me that he had for so long been the author of his own unhappiness, but now something was truly happening which might be a legitmate cause for his pain.

Once again, he smiled at me so knowingly, with such a quiet air of triumph.

I thought dreamily of that supper when he had come upon me so stealthily and stared at me with such innocent and inquisitive eyes.

Stop dreaming of those chains in which she once bound Lestat unless you truly wish for her to bind you in them.

The cruelty of this, the mystery of it, had been overwhelming. In the hands of another, this boy might never be healed.

All the world was gone in curls of weightless sound and light.

Over the years, Marius guarded his delicate rationality as a Vestal Virgin guards a sacred flame.

I don't know that I have all the answers," I said. "But I have a story to tell.

Mozart was always my happy guardian, the Little Genius, I called him

The cafe au lait was strong and delicious. Five years among the Undead can't kill the memory. Nothing ever will.

Pandora! How could you let such a thing happen? And no sooner had I asked such a question than I realized I was quarreling with her as I had done so often of old.

Your words flow over me like warm water. They bring me comfort. I hunger for your images. I hunger for all you might say.