Character: Lestat de lioncourt. Page 2

Hatred is hell, leave it to the people.

- Why are you doing this?
- I like to do it. I'm enjoying this. Take your aesthetics to taste pure things, kill them quickly if you want, but kill. And make no mistake: you are a killer, Louis!

I'll give you the choice that I never had.

We all know that Prince charming does not appear ever, and Sleeping beauty may have long been dead.

I wanted some way to demonstrate the enormity of his own life in the hope that it will help me to return to my fellow mortals. It's better they will be scared and run than not notice my existence, I thought then. Better to let you know that I am a monster than I am ever going to wander the world, unknown and not recognized by those who were willing to pray.

Oh, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood.
Yankee you do not like?
Democratic blood irritating the sky.

Too painful to remember. It would be like to get out of the archive of old photos and wiping the dust of them to see the image and paint still preserved. This is photos of our long-gone ancestors, and thus ourselves.

Even Marius could not imagine such a compassionate and prone to thinking being, a gentleman to the bone, thought to teach Claudia to use the Cutlery, despite the fact that she, God bless her black soul, it is not needed nor spoon, nor fork.

Maybe I'm not alien to the people, the outcast, and only obscure the perfection of the human soul?

You're telling me the truth?
- Why would I lie to you? Why should I protect you from the truth?

Never before has such a familiar sky seemed truly blessed heavens...

My brothers die dissolves into the great calm of inevitability.

Eternal oblivion will grant us the remission of all sins.

The world will divide into Those Who Drink Blood and those who are born only to give.