Maybe a new religion will rise now. Maybe without it, man will crumble in cynicism and selfishness because he really needs his gods.

I don’t believe in anything, Mother,” I said. “You told Armand long ago that you believe you’ll find answers in the great jungles and forests; that the stars will finally reveal a vast truth. But...

We live in a world full of accidents finally in which on aesthetic principles have a consistency of which we can be sure. Right and wrong we will struggle with forever striving to create and...

Darkness had been essentially banished from the Earth. It had become a choice.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty’s dead.

The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain.

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They’ve always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.

So why must it wound him that the most despairing music is full of beauty? Why must it hurt him and make him cynical and sad and untrusting?

Every moment must be first known and then savored.

A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there...

You’re a mystery the way a sacrament is a mystery.

New Orleans, city of roaches, city of decay, city of our family, and of happy, happy people.

Akasha, for two thousand years I have watched,’ he said. ‘Call me the Roman in the Arena if you will and tell me tales of the ages that went before. When I knelt at your...

Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?

I want to know, for example, why beauty exists,” she said, “why nature continues to contrive it, and what is the link between the life of a lightning storm with the feelings these things inspire...

I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?

I saw my real gods . . the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity.

One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your...

What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.

A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note,” he said, “but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.

Malady of mortality

I was particularly stunned by the casting of [Tom] Cruise, who is no more my Vampire LeStat than Edward G. Robinson is Rhett Butler.

What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?

That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don’t have a group apprenticeship like a violinist might training for an orchestra.

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?