Daniel Molloy: So a vampire can cry.
Louis: Once, maybe twice in his own eternity. Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge on them.
Lestat: It's so easy you almost feel sorry for them. You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly.
Santiago: Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion? Would you chose a person from the crowd there? A person to suffer as you suffer?
Lestat: Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.
Santiago: Do you know what it means to be loved by Death? To become our bride?
Lestat: Enough! Enough! Stop.
Claudia: I want some more.
Lestat: Listen, Louis. There's life in these old hands still. Not quite Furioso. Moderato? Cantabile, perhaps.
Claudia: How can it be?
Lestat: Ask the alligator. His blood helped. Then on a diet of the blood of snakes, toads, and all the putrid life of the Mississippi, slowly, Lestat became something like himself again. Claudia... You've been a very, very, naughty little girl.
Lestat: Claudia. You've been a very, very naughty little girl.
Lestat: There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some sort of.
Lestat: Yes. I'm bored of this prattle.
Louis: But if we can live without taking human life? It's possible.
Lestat: Anything's possible. Just try it for a week. Come to New Orleans. Let me show you some real sport.
Santiago: But hark, methinks a mortal doth approach.
Lestat: For you, Louis. You can pretend it's wine.
Lestat: We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.
Lestat: Oh Louis, Louis. Still whining, Louis. Have you heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries.
Lestat: Do we forgive each other then?
Louis: Blood, I was to find, was a necessity as well. I woke the next evening with a hunger I had never felt.
Louis: You lack the courage of your convictions, sir. Do it.