As the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the Christians who rose. It was useless to tell them as the centuries passed...

Resignation requires will, and will requires decision, and decision requires belief, and belief requires that there is something to believe in!

Lestat and Louie feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. They would never hurt immortals who choose to spend eternity going to high school over and over again in a small town —-...

I tell you, Richard, if you ever get ready to sell your soul, don’t bother to sell it to another human being. It’s bad business to even consider such a thing.

I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened in the way that we dream of others listening, his face seeming to reflect on every thing...

Sometimes fear is a warning. It’s like someone putting a hand on yoru shoulder adn saying Go No Farther.

The whole theme of Interview with the Vampire was Louis’s quest for meaning in a godless world. He searched to find the oldest existing immortal simply to ask, What is the meaning of what we...

I enjoy the Web site a lot and I like being able to talk to my readers. I’ve always had a very close relationship with them.

I was good and bad, but never wicked.

It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this common moment is so brimming full of blessed design tranquility. All things follow their course.

Evil is a point of view. We are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall...

Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

You are the son of the Lord God! She said. That’s why you can kill and bring back to life, that’s why you can heal a blind man as Joseph saw you do, that’s why...

The greatest create of power you have on earth, whether you are an angel, a spirit, a man or woman or child is to help others.

I do not allow fan fiction,

I’m always looking, and I’m always asking questions.

Não importava que Deus no céu fosse católico, protestante ou hindu. O que importava era uma coisa mais profunda, mais antiga e mais forte do que qualquer imagem dessas: um conceito do bem baseado na...

The beautiful know they have power, and she had, in her diminutive charm, a certain power of which she was always casually aware.

But I lived a lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I am trying to tell you. I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because...

What lurked beneath my fancy frills, behind my quiet unquestioning eyes? Who was I? Had I no remembrance of a warmer flame than that which gave its wintry glow to my faint smile at those...

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

And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the...

Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.

The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.

I am such a bad girl,” she thought. Yet…

What if the drive to survive was a form of faith, a form of prayer?

As I looked down at him, as I saw his yellow hair pressed against my coat, I had a vision of him from long ago, that tall, stately gentleman in the swirling black cape, with...

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

You’re the hunter, the warrior. You’re stronger than anyone else here, that’s your tragedy.

I do want to go another way – to write something completely different.

Dickens is a very underrated writer at the moment. Everyone in his time admired him but I think right now he’s not spoken of enough.

I’m fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on.

Truth is a risky proposition. It’s the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the very scaffold...

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually… it doesn’t matter. Because if God does not exist,...

And this lesson about mortal peace of mind I never forgot. Even if a ghost is ripping a house to pieces, throwing in pans all over, pouring water of pillows, making clocks chime at all...

God is a creative force, Lestat. And so are we. He told Adam, ‘Increase and multiply.’ That’s what the first organic cells did, Lestat, increased and multiplied. Not merely changed shape but replicated themselves. God...

A large American automobile came crawling close to us, and we could hear from behind its thick windows the deep bass of the radio, and the nasty words of a hateful song.It seemed like so...

I wanted to write only for Jesus Christ.

I’m going to keep on dealing with the supernatural in a lot of ways.

And books, they offer one hope — that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of...

Writers had a way of redeeming everything that ever happens to them.

I think we are wise, we English speakers, to savor accents. They teach us things about our own tongue.

It was as if I had only just been able to see colours and shapes for the first time. I was so enthralled with the buttons on Lestat’s black coat that I looked at nothing...

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.

The world doesn’t need any more mediocrity or hedged bets.

….it was a brave man’s fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?

But Marchent, most journalists can’t be trusted. You do know that, don’t you?