Quotes About Supernatural

This evil, this concept, it comes from disappointment, from bitterness! Don't you see? Children of Satan! Children of God! Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves? How could you believe in these old fantastical lies, these myths, these emblems of the supernatural?

There was something vampiric about. . music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don't believe in the supernatural. . .the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music.

In his refusal to believe in anything supernatural or inherently evil, he was as unrealistic as an old voodoo queen who sees spirits everywhere.

When did this fiend strike last? Ah . . . The last report was from the Dominican Republic. That was, let me see, two nights ago. Dominican Republic! Why in the world would he go there? Exactly what I would like to know.

Even if a ghost is ripping a house to pieces, throwing tin pans all over, pouring water on pillows, making clocks chime at all hours, mortals will accept almost any natural explanation offered, no matter how absurd, rather than the obvious supernatural one, for what is going on.

I believe nothing, and therefore like many who believe nothing, I must make something, and that something is the meaning which I give to my life. The saving of witches, the study of the supernatural, these are my lasting pleasures; they make me forget that I do not know why we are born, or why we die, or why the world is here.

She protected me. We had the souls of each other. We loved in some realm where the natural and the preternatural meant nothing.

I wouldn't write a book to tell you that a vampire was happy.

The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world. I feel a great surge of energy when I acknowledge that there is a world beyond this one.

It's hard to imagine Buffy the Vampire Slayer without Interview with the Vampire.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself. I walked black streets and alleys alone; I passed out in cabarets. I backed out of two duels more from apathy than cowardice and truly wished to be murdered. And then I was attacked. It might have been anyone-and my invitation was open to sailors, thieves, maniacs, anyone. But it was a vampire. He caught me lust a few steps from my door one night and left me for dead, or so I thought.

I watched him rise from the coffin, with slow, elegant gestures; our gestures, for we are the only beings who routinely rise from coffins.

He thought of the Englishman at the bar in the lobby again. That's what had brought it all back — the Englishman remarking to the bartender that he'd just come from New Orleans, and that certainly was a haunted city.

Happy Halloween, vampire boys and girls.

Apparently each century yields a new kind of vampire, or let us say that our course of growth was not set in the beginning any more than the course of human beings.

For what secrets, what truths had those monstrous creatures of night to give us? What, of necessity, must be their terrible limits, if indeed we were to find them at all? What can the damned really say to the damned?

Be it further understood that all mortals who would receive the Dark Gifts should be beautiful in person so that the insult to God might be greater when the Dark Trick is done. Three

Three generations before I was the one meant for the necklace. I saw him when I was three years old, so clear and strong that he could slip his warm hand in mine, he could lift me in the air, yes, lift my body, but I refused him. I turned my back on him. I told him, You go back to the hell from which you came. And I used my power to fight him.

They said a child had died in the attic. Her clothes had been discovered in the wall. I wanted to go up there, and to lie down near the wall, and be alone. They'd seen her ghost now and then, the child. But none of these vampires could see spirits, really, at least not the way that I could see them. No matter. It wasn't the company of the child I wanted. It was to be in that place.

It's Stella. Stella's got the gift and she'll get everything when I die.' 'And what's the gift, Miss Mary Beth?' my mother asked her. 'Why, Stella's seen the man,' Miss Mary Beth said to my mother. 'And the one who can see the man when she's all alone inherits all.

I am the vampire Lestat.

the death of another person is perhaps the only genuine supernatural event we ever experience.

The Vampire Lestat here.

Don't you see? I said softly. It is a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil. I paused, watching him. I am the vampire for these times.