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

by Anne Rice

Being a vampire for him meant revenge. Revenge against life itself.

The red in this glass will be just as red; the roses on the wallpaper just as delicately drawn.

‘And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire who made that vampire knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.’

‘It’s a string which is pulling me through the labyrinth. I am not pulling the string. The string is pulling me.…’

And I watched the tragedy finally as one might from a theater balcony, moved from time to time, but never sufficiently to jump the railing and join the players on the stage.

I am not so much in love with happiness.

Who else, knowing us as we know each other, could do anything but destroy us? Yet we can love each other.’