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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?

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.

I wasn't part of the world that cringed at such things. And with a smile, I realized that I was of that dark ilk that makes others cringe. Slowly and with great pleasure, I laughed.

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.

Stella, hush up. Be a witch, not a bitch, for the love of heaven.

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.

Loving our neighbors and our enemies is the core of the Sermon on the Mount, the core of Christianity… Love trumps judgment. We have to regain our credibility as people who know how to love...

she seemed to me an intriguing soul

I am the vampire Lestat.

Her gaze was steady but never anything but soft. "Louis de Pointe du Lac would see a ghost now," she said, musing, "as if his suffering isn't enough.

All over the lawn, the immortals had begun to wither and decompose, creating little pockets of chaos among the guests.

The Vampire Lestat here.

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost." "So by innocence you mean not an absence of experience, but an absence of illusions.