Information age. I guess I’m part of it, even if I can’t remember how to use my iPhone from week to week, and have to learn how to send e-mails all over again every couple...

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved...

Life has no meaning any more does it? The wine has no taste, the food sickens you, there seems no reason for any of it, does there? But what if I could give it back...

I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that’s ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

The human heart is my school.

The horror was this: the others.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.

Lasher,’ she said, ‘for the wind which you send that lashes the grasslands, for the wind that lashes the leaves from the trees.

We’re frightened of what makes us different.

Obsession led me to write. It’s been that way with every book I’ve ever written. I become completely consumed by a theme, by characters, by a desire to meet a challenge.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds...

You have a light in you that’s almost blinding. But in me there’s only darkness. Sometimes I think it’s like the darkness that infected you that night in the inn when you began to cry...

I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.

I didn’t want to be in hell, even for a moment. I sure as hell wasn’t going there just to spit in the face of the Prince of Darkness, whoever he might be!On the contrary,...

It seemed at moments, when I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down the meet the sea and some great secret was to be revealed.

Invest in a feather duster — the possibilities are endless.

Interview with the Vampire

You can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list don’t know each other very well.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world…on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

You’re the mad one,’ I said. ‘If you could see yourself, hear your own voice, your music – which of course you play for yourself – you wouldn’t see darkness, Nicki. You’d see an illumination...

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

Lestat: You’re very anxious to be out of these rooms, aren’t you? Why don’t we simply get into bed together? I don’t understand.David: You’re serious?Lestat: Of courseDavid: You do realize, that this is an absolutely...

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing...

When you make his sandwiches, put a sexy or loving note in his lunch box . . .

I gave up on the big screen. The Witching Hour was at Warner Bros. for 10 years and it just didn’t work out.

The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of...

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

Be kind. Always if you have a choice, be kind.

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.

As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here…in my arms.

Evil is just a point of view

Obviously, a writer can’t know everything about what she writes. It’s impossible.

Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind”, said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. “I devour it and then I lose it and sometimes I can’t...

There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world — its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles. The more you...

Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.

Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I’m not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We’re beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger, yet we’re merciless killers

It seemed at momemts, When I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and some great secert was to be revealed.

I don’t believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think

In a long-term relationship, it’s very easy to take each other for granted,

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.

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and...

I think this is a very important thing to understand about Christianity. It was from its very beginnings, it seems, a religion of great quarrels and wars, and it wooed the power of temporal authorities,...

It’s an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn’t destroy us, if it doesn’t burn away the...

Lestat: I despise you! I ought to destroy you-finish what I started when I made you. Turn you into ashes and sift them through my hands. You know that I could do it! Like that!...

Everyone today has a story; the world’s an archive.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.