You reach deep down and bring up what feels absolutely authentic to you as you move along with the book, but you don't know everything about it. You can't.

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 had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

Oh, what an unbearable yoke is free will! What a vicious curse of the gods, granting self-determination to creatures incapable of guiding themselves! What good parent would free a child among tigers?

When the Presidential virus attacks the system there is a tendency for the patient in his fever to move from the Right or the Left to the Center where the curative votes are.

Sometimes it's a short step from banning to burning.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

God gave me my money.

What you resist persists. And only what you look at, and own, can disappear. You make it disappear by simply changing your mind about it.

‎We have a lamp inside us. The oil of that lamp is our breathing, our steps, and our peaceful smile. Our practice is to light up the lamp.

To recognize another's inwardness is to have seen the sacred.

It was God who created hell as a place to store evil. He didn't do a good job of keeping it there though.