Malady of mortality

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

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

Lestat: Toughen up baby. I’m looking for the eternal scum.

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...

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!...

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