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.
Louis: They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses.
Louis: For 30 years I had avoided that place. Yet I found my way back there with hardly an upward glance.
Louis: I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for two hundred years.
Armand: You are beautiful, my friend. Lestat must have wept when he made you.
Louis: Lestat? You knew Lestat?
Armand: Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing.
Louis: Then out of curiosity, boredom, who knows what, I left the old world and came back to my America. And there, a mechanical wonder allowed me to see the sun rise for the first time in two hundred years. And what sunrises, seen as the human eye could never see them: silver at first, then, as the years progressed, in tones of purple, red, and my long lost blue.
Daniel Molloy: What about crucifixes?
Daniel Molloy: Yes, can you look at them?
Louis: Actually I am quite fond of looking at crucifixes.
Daniel Molloy: What about the old stake through the heart?
Daniel Molloy: Coffins? What about coffins?
Louis: Coffins. Coffins, I'm afraid, are a necessity.
Claudia: It's time we were on our way. I'm hungry, and the city awaits.
Lestat: Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.
Lestat: It's your coffin, my love. Enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like.
Louis: Why do you do this?
Lestat: I like to do it. I enjoy it. Take your aesthete's taste to purer things, kill them swiftly, if you will, but do it. For do not doubt: you are a killer, Louis.
Louis: Thirty years had passed, but her body remained that of an eternal child. Her eyes alone told the story of her age, staring out from under her doll-like curls, with a questioning that will one day need an answer.
Lestat: I am afraid, madam, my days are sacrosanct.
Louis: So it was, when I'd given up the search for vampires, that a vampire found me.
Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood.
Louis: Yankees are not to your taste?
Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.
Louis: Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night. A fresh young girl, that was his favorite for the first of the evening. For seconds, he preferred a gilded beautiful youth. But the snob in him loved to hunt in society, and the blood of the aristocrat thrilled him best of all.
Claudia: Who will take care of me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?
Lestat: Come to New Orleans, then. The Paris Opera's in town. We can try some French cuisine.
Louis: Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for mortal life.
Louis: Vampires pretending to be humans, pretending to be vampires.
Claudia: How avant-garde.