Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun

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.

I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense.

If we're highly empathetic and emotionally sensitive we're at greater risk of becoming involved with a manipulator.

All the (sickness and) diseases of the worldly life disappear with the innate bliss of the Soul, the Self. Grief gives rise to the diseases.

If God is really my Father, I have rights, and He has responsibilities. I hereby claim my birthright to be protected, educated, and provided for!

We have to live with our loneliness and the destiny that drives each person to the order of things.

I have always loved a challenge.

A woman at the rear of the room raised her hand. I was focused on the argument now and made a minor social error, which I quickly corrected. "The fat woman-overweight woman-at the back?"

But we danced, under wigs and between unfinished walls, through broken promises and around empty cupboards.

Every film is a puzzle really, from an editorial point of view.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.