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

As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.

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

I never lie, " I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

I've lived all these years among those who create nothing and change nothing, ' I said. 'Actors and musicians-they're saints to me.

It has its dark splendor, to walk the nightmare terrain forever.

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.

If goodness does exist, then I'm the opposite of it. I'm evil, and I revel in it

We are the things that others fear, " I said. "Remember that.

You're the hunter, the warrior. You're stronger than anyone else here, that's your tragedy.

No one is safe from nature's savagery, not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent. Gabrielle envisions a time when the Savage Garden will overtake civilizations and destroy it.

To see great result let your conversations reveals ultimate priority of restoring the kingdom

Ragnor [was] always happy to see chaos, but not be involved in it.

All good things were formerly bad things; every original sin has turned into an original virtue.

God is Good...Jesus is Lord Be Good to Yourself and each Other J-Jesus..O-Others..Y-Yourself

My children have become popular, and they show a tremendous love for the public. They're professionals.

Art has to be incredibly layered. Symbols, signifiers... layers that relate. Combine signifiers with more abstract notions. Push! Vary lines.

I don't have any advice at all. I think we all make the films that reflect the kind of people we are; we all make such different films. There's not just one way of doing it.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.

Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bullshit before.