A Starving Child Is A Frightful Sight.

I Saw The Light,saw The Myriad Spirits Flying Loose Up The Tunnel Towards The Celestial Blaze, The Tunnel Perfectly Round And Widening As They Rose And For One Blessed Moment, One Blessed Tiny Instant, The Songs Of Heaven Resounded Down The Tunnel As If Its Curves Were Not Made Of Wind But Of Something Solid That Could Echo These Ethereal Songs, And Their Organized Rhythm, Their Heartbreaking Beauty Piercing The Catastrophic Suffering Of This Place-lestat

We Need To Stop Fighting Christian Against Christian. I Have No Time For Anything But Trying To Love Other People. That Is A Full-time Job.

Lestat: I Despise You! I Ought To Destroy You-finish What I Started When I Made You. Turn You Into Ashes And Sift Them Through My Hands. You Know That I Could Do It! Like That! Like The Snap Of Mortal Fingers, I Could Do It. Burn You As I Burnt Your Little House. And Nothing Could Save You, Nothing At All.

You Know Nothing... 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.

An Intoxication With Forbidden Knowledge In Which The Natural Things Become Unimportant.