Best 20 quotes in «lestat quotes» category

All the old poetry makes sense when you look at one whom you have loved.

I don't think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is.

Also there was something vampiric about rock music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don’t believe in the supernatural. I mean the way the electricity could stretch a single note forever; the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music…

But what endures is what has always mattered: love - that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good - that hope will be realized through love.

Cholernie dobrze wiem, jak być w pełni rozwiniętym, postrenesansowym, postdziewiętnastowiecznym, postmodernistycznym, postpopularnym pisarzem. Dekonstruować to nie ze mną, skarbie. Z tego wniosek, że ode mnie dostaniesz powieść jak się patrzy - z początkiem, środkiem i zakończeniem. Sięgając po mój produkt, możesz liczyć na wątek, krwiste (tak!) postaci, napięcie, pełny pakiet. Ze mną będzie ci jak w raju. Więc wyluzuj i łykaj stronkę za stronką. Nie pożałujesz. Myślisz, że nie pożądam nowych czytelników? No, to się dowiedz, skarbie, że na drugie imię mam 'Pożądliwy'. Muszę cię mieć!

En quelques jours, ils avaient noué une alliance malsaine avec un jeune et élégant vampire français du Garden District aux cheveux blonds improbables, et totalement dénué de scrupules.

I think you're like a man who loses an arm or a leg and keeps insisting that he can feel pain where the arm or leg used to be.

I wanted to kiss her, she was beautiful again to me. But I dared not risk it. It wasn't only that I would have frightened her, it was that the desire to kill her was almost overpowering. Some fierce purely male instinct in me wanted to claim her now simply because I had claimed her in another way before.

Malady of mortality

Pamper the mad man.

Remarkable, if for nothing else, because of this, that all of those men and women who stayed for any reason left behind them some monument, some structure of marble and brick and stone that still stands; so that even when the gas lamps went out and the planes came in and the office buildings crowded the blocks of Canal Street, something irreducible of beauty and romance remained; not in every street perhaps, but in so many that the landscape is for me the landscape of those times always, and walking now in the starlit streets of the Quarter or the Garden District I am in those times again. I suppose that is the nature of the monument. Be it a small house or a mansion of Corinthian columns and wrought-iron lace. The monument does not say that this or that man walked here. No, that what he felt in one time in one spot continues. The moon that rose over New Orleans then still rises. As long as the monuments stand, it still rises. The feeling, at least here...and there...it remains the same.

─Sueño los sueños de los jóvenes ─confesó─, o sea que siempre sueño con ser mayor, más rico, más sensato, más fuerte. Solté una risita.

Traitor,” said Amel. “Slut.” I tried to conceal my smile. I just love being called a slut. I don't know why. I just do.

Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

Was this what he believed, what he had always believed when I talked on and on about goodness? Was he making the violin say it? Was he deliberately creating those long, pure liquid notes to say that beauty meant nothing because it came from the dispair inside him, and it had nothing to do with the desair finally, because the despair wasn't beautiful, and a beauty then was a horrid irony?

You're the hunter, the warrior. You're stronger than anyone else here, that's your tragedy.

Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt

Evil is a point of view ... God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately ... for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt