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 wish I could,” laughed the vampire. “How positively delightful. I should like to pass through all manner of different keyholes and feel the tickle of their peculiar shapes. No.” He shook his head. “That...

I was feeling fear. Not a wild, mortal fear, but something cold like a hook in my side.

Louis Vuitton has a long history with collaborations.

Everything’s amazing right now, and nobody’s happy.

I am the astronaut of boxing. Joe Louis and Dempsey were just jet pilots. I’m in a world of my own.

I don’t think I’m as bad as I’m made out to be. I did things in Philadelphia, but I don’t have any intention of doing those things in St. Louis.

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

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

Louis found me in the rear parlor, the one more distant from the noises of the tourists in the Rue Royale, and with its windows open to the courtyard below. I was in fact looking...

…But still, even now, to think of it, I feel something akin to that happiness. And I’ve more reason now than ever to say that happiness is not what I will ever know, or will...