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?

You let me handle Marius,” I said. “Now, you didn’t come without you dagger.””No, I did not,” he said, lifting his cloak to reveal it, “And with your permission I would like to plunge it...

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night...

On writing, my advice is the same to all. If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write. If you stop, start again. Save everything that you write. If you feel...

I feel like an outsider, and I always will feel like one. I’ve always felt that I wasn’t a member of any particular group.

I broke with my religion in college.

I’m usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.

Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there’s nothing quite like it. I...

The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.

A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.

Because,” she said, “that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn’t they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which...

No one is safe from nature’s savagery,not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent. Gabrielle envisions a time when the Savage Garden will overtake civilizations and destroy it.

I will be the Vampire Lestat for all to see. A symbol, a freak of nature – something loved, something despised all of those things. I tell you I can’t give it up. I can’t...

The characters are copyrighted. It upsets me terribly to even think about fan fiction with my characters.

Invest in a feather duster – the possibilities are endless.

…what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn’t remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

First time my master’s in English literature ever proved useful.

I drank, sucking the blood out of the holes, experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment, the body focused with the mind upon one vital source.

Being a vampire for him meant revenge. Revenge against life itself. Every time he took a life it was revenge. It was no wonder, then, that he appreciated nothing. The nuances of vampire existence weren’t...

Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient...

Merciful death, how you love your precious guilt.

Speak to me of the dark gifts, I use them, I`m gentleman death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles.

There may be writing groups where people meet but it’s occasional. You really do it all at your own computer or your own typewriter by yourself.

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.

The sky was growing dangerously light when I left Lestat and made my way to the secret place, below an abandoned building where I kept the iron coffin in which I lie.This is no unusual...

Let tears gather in your eyes. You haven’t tears enough for what you’ve done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eight…I might have had that shape!’ Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands...

The most important trait of a writer is an authentic voice. Writers have to have faith in their own voice, and their own way of doing things. Originality is the gem that every writer possesses....

I’m definitely more influenced by European writers than I am by American writers, there’s no doubt about that.

I can’t get very far away from Christianity, I can’t get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.

The thing should have plot and character, beginning, middle and end. Arouse pity and then have a catharsis. Those were the best principles I was ever taught.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don’t you see, everybody hates God now. It’s not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It’s that everybody...

And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human...