I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

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.

My mind is a lock pick always looking for another door to open. I often find those doors by exploring minds of others...

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Vietnam was a noble cause imperfectly pursued

The wide multitude wanted to seem contrarian. It meant that this type of nonconformism had to be mass-produced.

Why not? Why not?Why not not, then, if the best reasoning you can contrive is why not?

Work continuously to trim the White House staff from your first day to your last. All the pressures are to the contrary.

I kind of like it when a lot of people die, and on the other hand I always wonder how many unused frequent-flier miles they had.

Foreigners have souls; the English haven't.

I had gone to school to work on technique and found it wasn't something that was really worthwhile to me, although it probably was.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.