The Vampire Lestat (The Vampire Chronicles, #2)

by Anne Rice

He wasn’t envious, he said. He was just unhappy a little, that’s all.

“Lestat, let me be frank with you,” he said. “Things are easy for you. What you set your sights on you get for yourself. I know what you’re thinking, about all the years you were miserable at home. But even then, what you really set your mind to, you accomplished.

I simply mean that you think things are possible which aren’t possible! At least not for the rest of us.

I try to keep that darkness from you because I need your light.

that in being dedicated to evil, one does not cease to love.

A thousand other things can be said about the world, but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same.

“Don’t you see?” I said softly. “It is a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil.”

Forget them for the moment and try to envision my beauty

There’s no romance in what you are. There is great romance in what I am!”

You long for me and I for you, and we alone in all this realm are worthy of each other. Don’t you know this?

just enough illumination to show how much darkness there really was.

Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this.

“What can I do to make you love me?” he whispered. “What can I give? The knowledge of all I have witnessed, the secrets of our powers, the mystery of what I am?”

If it pleases you, take it. I do not lose what I give.

But I reach for these things only because they float on the surface of the darkness in which I am drowning.

And why should I bother to tell of the times he came to me in wretched anxiety, begging me never to leave him,

Read between the lines.

But then, I never have listened to anyone, really. Somehow or other, I never can.

“But you came to be healed, and you did not want me! A century I had waited, and you did not want me!”

“Love me and the blood is yours,” he said. “This blood that I have never given to another.”