‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

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.

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

Only the descent into the hell of self-knowledge can pave the way to godliness.

My trade and art is to live.

Some things feel really good to sing: there's a physical aspect, but there's more to it - a deeper place you go to.

Personally, being somewhat envious of Richard's (Thompson) songwriting and guitar playing, it's somewhat satisfying he's not yet achieved household-name status. It serves him right for being so good.

I love my country. I love my family. And I have dedicated my life to both of them.

Purpose without virtue is vanity.

We will never regret the kind words spoken or the affection shown. Rather, our regrets will come if such things are omitted from our relationships with those who mean the most to us.

And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew.

Dying away from home, away from the soil of your birth - and to do so unseen and unmourned - is a profound horror.