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Band guy: Who the hell are you, man?
Lestat: The question provoked an irresistable urge. “I am the vampire Lestat.”

Akasha: My children. Warms my blood to see you all gathered together, plotting against me.

Lestat: How did you manage to slip through the 50’s in red velvet?
Marius: I slept.
Lestat: Don’t think you’ve missed much.
Marius: Elvis?
Lestat: Elvis, yes.

Lestat: With all my black little heart.

Lestat: There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable. Living in the shadows, feeding in the darkness with only your own company to keep, rots into a solitary, hollow existence. Immortality seems like a good idea, until you realize you’re going to spend it alone. So I went to sleep, hoping that the sounds of the passing eras would fade out, and a sort of death might happen. But as I lay there, the world didn’t sound like the place I had left, but something different. Better. It became worthwhile to rise again as new gods were born and worshipped. Night and day, they were never alone. I would become one of them. Whether it was that first meal, or a hundred years of rest, I’m not sure. But suddenly I was feeling better than ever. My senses so high they led me straight to the instrument of my resurrection, playing in my old house.