Interview with the Vampire (The Vampire Chronicles, #1)

by Anne Rice

Above all, in my veins, drum and then the other drum; and then Lestat pulled his wrist free suddenly, and I opened my eyes and checked myself in a moment of reaching for his wrist, grabbing it, forcing it back to my mouth at all costs;

Romantic

now I saw him filled with his own life and own blood: he was radiant, not luminous. And then I saw that not only Lestat had changed, but all things had changed.

‘You’re a rich man,’ he said to me when I came in. ‘Something’s happening to me,’ I shouted. “ ‘You’re dying, that’s all; don’t be a fool. Don’t you have any oil lamps?

Oh of course

“Allow me,” said the vampire. And, taking the book, he quickly put a lighted match to the boy’s cigarette.

Such a gentleman

“Yes,” said the boy eagerly. “It sounds as if it was like being in love.” The vampire’s eyes gleamed. “That’s correct. It is like love.” He smiled.

‘I’d like to meet the devil some night,’ he said once with a malignant smile. ‘I’d chase him from here to the wilds of the Pacific. I am the devil.’

It was sensual. She was sensual.

Ew?????

But hopelessly her lover,

Anne rice did you make louis a pedophile??!!?

‘What’s the matter with her!’ he flared at me, as though I’d given birth to her and must know.

Oh?!

‘I took your life,’ I said. ‘He gave it back to you.’ “ ‘And here it is,’ she said under her breath. ‘And I hate you both!’

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We could not bear to live alone! We needed our little company!

They are so human

falling in love with her,

Ew dude shes a kid

“God did not live in this church; these statues gave an image to nothingness, I was the supernatural in this cathedral. I was the only supermortal thing that stood conscious under this roof! Loneliness. Loneliness to the point of madness. The cathedral crumbled in my vision; the saints listed and fell. Rats ate the Holy Eucharist and nested on the sills.

It seemed at moments, when I sat alone in the dark stateroom, that the sky had come down to meet the sea and that some great secret was to be revealed in that meeting, some great gulf miraculously closed forever. But who was to make this revelation when the sky and sea became indistinguishable and neither any longer was chaos? God? Or Satan? It struck me suddenly what consolation it would be to know Satan, to look upon his face, no matter how terrible that countenance was, to know that I belonged to him totally, and thus put to rest forever the torment of this ignorance.

‘Exactly, and consequently if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan’s power comes from God and that Satan is simply God’s child, and that we are God’s children also. There are no children of Satan, really.’

preternatural

Anne loves this word

‘The doorway you see leads to me, now. To your coming to live with me as I am. I am evil with infinite gradations and without guilt.’