None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.
Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.
Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.
The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.
To write something you have to risk making a fool of yourself.
Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!
In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?
Goddamn it, do it yourself. You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?
I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.
I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.
It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.
Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth
The only power that exists is inside ourselves.
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.
People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil... Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
Take me from this earth an endless night- this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips and taste your bloody kiss.
And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.
Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.
Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.
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.
I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius
Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.
Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.
I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.
If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.
Just remember... life without me would be even more unbearable.
Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.
