Category: Queen of the Damned

Reporter: But these other vampires, aren’t they going to be pissed off you’re giving away all their secrets?
Lestat: I imagine they are; yes.
2nd reporter: Do you have anything to say to the other vampires who may be watching?
Lestat: As a matter of fact I do: Come out, come out wherever, you are. See you all in Death Valley.

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.

Jesse: Boo.
Lestat: Boo back.

Lestat: Many times I’ve called for Marius, but there was no answer. Just the endless procession of days, months, years… My teacher left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.

Lestat: Such reverence for mortals! Then you should have left me as one!