His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me.
I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm,
I knew again what peace could be.

“I picture heaven as a vast library, with unlimited volumes to read. And paintin…”

“There comes a time when a house owns you and you know you have to get free of i…”

“Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happene…”

“To write something you have to risk making a fool of yourself.”