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St. Louis.
invisible string
The rage building in me was absolutely silent. It will be rage until I have proof that it must be grief, I thought.
“I have no intention of leaving you,” she said.
ptdr
God, that our immortal bodies could be such varied prisons for us, that our immortal faces should be such masks for our true souls.
Claudia core
I think I sensed even then, as I stood unable to look away, that never in my years of wandering this earth would I ever have such a rich revelation of the true horror that we are.
1 second talk w armand
“I almost hope someone does attempt it,” I said. “Because I would rise up against him and do everything to defeat him. And possibly I could be saved, I could be good again in my own eyes, as I set out to save man from this.”
There was a romance to rising from the grave.
HE GETS ITTTT
By the time we left Italy I was playing dangerous little games with mortals. I’d see a man, or a woman—a human being who looked perfect to me spiritually—and I would follow the human about. Maybe for a week I’d do this, then a month, sometimes even longer than that. I’d fall in love with the being. I’d imagine friendship, conversation, intimacy that we could never have. In some magical and imaginary moment I would say: “But you see what I am,” and this human being, in supreme spiritual understanding, would say: “Yes, I see. I understand.”
Louis church sceneeeee
“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.”
Oh, Lestat, you deserve everything that ever happened to you. You’d better not die. You might actually go to hell.
Except for one thing. If I were going to conjure up an imaginary visitor, it certainly wouldn’t have been Armand.
lesmand my lovessssss
“I love you, my dark brother,” he whispered. And the words moved through me like blood itself. “It wasn’t that I wanted vengeance,” he whispered. His face was stricken, his heart broken. He said, “But you came to be healed, and you did not want me! A century I had waited, and you did not want me!”
