The Vampire Lestat (The Vampire Chronicles, #2)

by Anne Rice

“Lestat, we’re partners in sin,”

SOBBING

Of course I was very drunk now.

Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, “Ah, you are my friend, how I love you,” things like that to each other?

Was he deliberately creating those long, pure liquid notes to say that beauty meant nothing because it came from the despair inside him, and it had nothing to do with the despair finally, because the despair wasn’t beautiful, and beauty then was a horrid irony?

Beauty was a Savage Garden.

Death was my commander and I gave him a thousand victims, but I’d snatched her right out of his hand.

The only woman I had ever loved.

Not Lestat being gay with the exception if his MOTHER

We were lovers kissing.

THIS IS CRAZY

God isn’t in the House of God.”

And human as Orpheus perhaps, I stopped and glanced back.

that I couldn’t stand the sight of him now.

Kill me why don't you, Anne Rice

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?

Armand rlly shooting his shot

“But I can wait for you to come, wait for you to ask the questions that only I can answer.”

Cult Leader Armand at it again

And what was he really saying to us beneath this liquid flow of beautiful language: Come to me, and I shall be the sun round which you are locked in orbit, and my rays shall lay bare the secrets you keep from each other, and I, who possess charms and powers of which you have no inkling, shall control and possess and destroy you!

God I love this freak, Armand

I will do whatever you wish if you take me with you. I will be under your spell.”

Armand, I beg you, grow a fucking spine

“Do you believe in God?” she asked. “Yes, always in God,” he answered. “It is Satan—our master—who is the fiction and that is the fiction which has betrayed me.”

“You have to suffer through this emptiness,” I said, “and find what impels you to continue.

Lestat is literally begging Armand to go to therapy

Do not hurt Nicolas.” And when I spoke these words, his face changed very subtly. It was almost a smile that crept over his features. And his eyes shifted slowly to me. And I saw the scorn in them.

Literally the moment this GREMLIN decided to make Nicki kms

And after all, I had never been very good at obeying rules.

believed that Nicolas and the little coven had every chance for survival and that Armand and I were friends.

Wow, delusional much

I could fill volumes with the things I studied, the things I struggled to understand. I was enthralled by gypsy violinists and street puppeteers as I was by great castrati sopranos in gilded opera houses or cathedral choirs. I prowled the brothels and the gambling dens and the places where the sailors drank and quarreled. I read the newspapers everywhere I went and hung about in taverns, often ordering food I never touched, merely to have it in front of me, and I talked to mortals incessantly in public places, buying countless glasses of wine for others, smelling their pipes and cigars as they smoked, and letting all these mortal smells get into my hair and clothes.

This book rlly feels like a love letter to humanity from Anne Rice after so ling being depressed and hating humnity

“Because,” she said, “that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn’t they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which men want to live.”

Very like the fairy tale where the princess gives her selfless love to the prince who is enchanted and he is himself again and the monster no more.

“The fact is, the little monster was trying to help when he did it, don’t you think, when he cut off the hands. It must have been a lot of trouble to him, really, when he could have burnt up Nicki so easily without a backward glance.”

idk how Armand the GremlinTM keeps getting away with shit like this

But I don’t believe in anything. And that makes me stronger than you think.”

“A singer can shatter a glass with the proper high note,” he said, “but the simplest way for anyone to break a glass is simply to drop it on the floor.”

“To be godless is probably the first step to innocence,” he said, “to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost.”