Lestat And Louie Feel Sorry For Vampires

An Intoxication With Forbidden Knowledge In Which The Natural Things Become Unimportant.

What Is Fear After All? It Is Indecision. You Seek Some Way To Resist, Escape. There Is None.

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 Said. He Did Not Start Forward To Seize On My Slightest Pause, To Assert An Understanding Of Something Before The Thought Was Finished, Or To Argue With A Swift, Irresistible Impulse -- The Things Which Often Make Dialogue Impossible. And After A Long Interval He Said, 'i Want You. I Want You More Than Anything In The World.

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.

In The Very Depths Of Hell, Do Not Demons Love One Another?