Louis: The statue seemed to move, but didn't. The world had changed, yet stayed the same. I was a newborn vampire weeping at the beauty of the night.
Louis: They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses.
Louis: Blood, I was to find, was a necessity as well. I woke the next evening with a hunger I had never felt.
Louis: Thirty years had passed, yet her body remained that of an eternal child. Her eyes alone told the story of her age, staring out from under her doll-like curls, with a questioning that will one day need an answer.
Louis: Though the fire seemed to spread through the quarter, I stood on that deck, fearful he would come out again from the very river, like some monster, to destroy us both. And all the while, I thought, 'Lestat, you deserve your vengeance. You gave...
Lestat: Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.
Lestat: Have you said your good-byes to the light? [bites Louis] Lestat: I've drained you to the point of death. If I leave you here, you die. Or you can be young always, my friend, as we are now, but you must tell me: will you come or no?
Lestat: It's so easy you almost feel sorry for them. You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly.
Louis: My God, I've failed again.
Lestat: [to Louis] Feed on what you will. Rats, chickens, poodles, I'll leave you to it and watch you come around. But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable. [laughs]
Santiago: Just as this flesh is pink now, soon it will turn gray and wrinkled with age. Mortal Woman on Stage: [weeping] Let me live. I don't care! Santiago: Then why should you care if you die now?
Lestat: For you, Louis. You can pretend it's wine.
Lestat: There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some sort of... Louis: Fascination. Lestat: Yes. I'm bored of this prattle. Louis: But if we can live without taking human life? It's possible. Lestat: Anything's possible. Just try it for a ...
Louis: Perhaps you'd like another cigarette? Daniel Molloy: Yeah, I suppose I would. It's not bothering you, is it? Louis: No. Daniel Molloy: No, I don't assume that it would be, I mean, it's not like you're gonna die from cancer or anything, is it? ...
Daniel Molloy: What about crucifixes? Louis: Crucifixes? Daniel Molloy: Yes, can you look at them? Louis: Actually I am quite fond of looking at crucifixes. Daniel Molloy: What about the old stake through the heart? Louis: Nonsense Daniel Molloy: Cof...
New Orleans Whore: [fearful whispering] It's a coffin, it's a coffin. Lestat: What's that, my love? New Orleans Whore: It's a coffin. Lestat: Why, so it is. You must be dead. New Orleans Whore: I'm not dead, am I? Louis: No, you are not dead. Lestat:...
[Claudia has just killed her seamstress] Lestat: Claudia! Claudia! Now who are we going to get to finish your dress? These impracticalities, cherie! Remember: never in the home!
Lestat: [Lestat follows a trail of bloody dead rats to a tunnel] All I need to find you, Louis, is follow the corpses of rats.
