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The Dead Guy, Louis, or whoever he was, had been made Dead down in New Orleans and the book was full of stuff about banana leaves and iron railings and Spanish moss.

I want you who were kidnapped and made a vampire against your will to look kindly on me because the same thing happened to me.

A need to apologize stole over me again, perhaps because Lestat seemed lost in his judgment of the place.

I had no fear of her recognizing anything abnormal in Lestat, what with his tanned skin, except perhaps his excessive beauty.

God knows that I have some accursed capacity to draw their attention and to endow them with some crucial vitality.

Now I remarked a little while ago that I wanted the Talamasca to envelop her in fantasy, to give her everything she should desire.

She was too distracted by the alluring creature standing before her table, with his cordial blue eyes.

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

they offer one hope—that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that new universe, one is saved." "Oh, yes, I think so, I really do," Aunt Queen

It was the man of memory and the man of visions that I knew as soon as I studied him.

I know nothing of those heroes of macabre facts masquerading as fiction.

In rambling drunken confession, the father gave forth his guilt as though it belonged to anyone who roused.

Listen, keep your eyes wide,' Lestat whispered to me, his lips moving against my neck. I remember that the movement of his lips raised the hair all over my body, sent a shock of sensation through my body that was not unlike the pleasure of passion.…

that moment, the two sylphs in the forest, only nights

I let the Mind Gift loose, casting for the one at the mirror, and caught the whisper of murder at once.

t seemed that Pandora had been with me, that she had been in the very chapel. And the beauty of Pandora seemed bound up with the beauty and presence of Akasha in some intimate way which I could not understand.

Sometimes I think the theologians have got it backwards. The big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in this world. It's How to explain the existence of good.

Having long identified my own soul with the salvation of the Empire, I felt no consolation in this city. I felt suspicion and profound distaste.

After all, if spinster chaperons required their own spinster chaperons there simply wouldn't be enough to go around.

She swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, yanking the shrinking top of the bathing suit up to a more demure level. That's a shame, Peter Jensen's cool voice emerged from the shadows. I was hoping gravity would win.

You'll help me? I told you, I have once more come to your rescue. Like a deus ex machina, I appear where I'm most needed. You don't seem the slightest bit godlike to me, she observed. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

Hi Kate! We went to get marriage license! Who's we? Your Father and I. Well I hope you'll be very happy together.

Kate wondered why they were both contemplating careers they were so unsuited for.

mothers are the ones they hold their arms out to afterward for comfort. Isn't that pathetic?" "Elaine. Just move on," Willa said.