You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!

“I tucked my arm under my head and started crying like a child. I was perishing …”

“I touched the small sacred images. I shook my head and bit my lip, as if to say…”

“It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling a…”

“The human heart is my school.”