Quotes About Character

everything a man does is part of the moral fabric of who he is, and what he is.

We can have ethics and we can have honor and we can have loyalty," he insisted, "and every other key virtue we learned as humans." He was roaring at me under his breath, as the British so often do it, with a veneer of silvery politeness.

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

There's always been a demeanor to Mekare

The Vampire Lestat here.

because in a way, everything a man does is part of the moral fabric of who he is, and what he is.

I am not time's fool, nor a god hardened by the millennia; I am not the trickster in the black cape, nor the sorrowful wanderer. I have a conscience. I know right from wrong. I know what I do, and yes, I do it. I am the Vampire Lestat. That's your answer. Do with it what you will.

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.

Do what it is your nature to do. This is but a taste of it. Do what it is your nature to do.

Maybe because I'd read the chronicles so avidly, I felt Lestat was as close to me as I was to him.

I go out an honest man, but you stay in a rogue.

He didn't have much of a conscience left, but what remained seemed to belong to Bryony.

Or maybe it wasn't a quirk at all. Maybe it was just further proof that the Whitshanks were not remarkable in any way whatsoever.

He was like anybody else, Red said. Insufferable and likeable. Bad and good.

He was like anybody else, Red said. Insufferable and likable. Bad and good.

Being powerful and successful on earth through evildoing was not a true mark of superiority.

The range of rhythms in prose is larger and grander than it is in poetry, and it can handle discursive ideas and plain information as well as character and story. It can do everything. I felt as though I had switched from a single reed instrument to a full orchestra.

I never saw a tree that was no tree in particular.

My name's Tally Youngblood," she said. "Sorry to disturb you, but this is a special circumstance.

Maybe he really could see past her ugly face. Maybe what was inside her did matter to him more than anything else. Tally

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself. Strength and reflexes were only part of it—Shay simply knew that she was special, and so she was. Everyone else was just wallpaper

what you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful

I've always wanted to meet Tally Youngblood in the flesh.

Levade had told her one day that there was no such thing as a coherent human personality. When you are forty you have no cell in your body that you had at eighteen. It was the same, he said, with your character. Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest you become an entirely different being every decade or so, sloughing off the old persona, renewing and moving on. You are not who you were, he told her, nor who you will be.