An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions of the past.

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.

The time to being writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is you really want to say.

I hope I can make a show that will inspire a whole other generation of young women and girls to say, "I can do a show like that."

Clouds are poems, and the most moving poems linger on the blackboard so long, written in cursive so lovely, they also exist inside our fingertips. We never really erase them at the end of the lesson.

With mammals the male appears to win the female much more through the law of battle than through the display of his charms.

Thanks to Botox and fillers, as well as the work that I've already had, my face pretty much maintains itself.

I started as a model when I was 14 because I wanted to make money.

You really need to approach each book as if you have been a failure. . . . If you start to believe your flap-copy, you're finished as a writer.

‎We only have so many faces in our pockets

You have to be careful of the advice you take.

Without the voice of reason, every faith is its own curse.