Louis: Most of all I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side, to the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted.
Louis: Her blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestat's words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard her heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.
Louis: For 30 years I had avoided that place. Yet I found my way back there with hardly an upward glance.
Louis: You lack the courage of your convictions sir, do it.
Lestat: No one could resist me, not even you, Louis.
Louis: I tried.
Lestat: [smiling] And the more you tried, the more I wanted you.
Claudia: Locked together in hatred. But I can't hate you Louis. Louis my love, I was mortal to you. You gave me your immortal kiss you became my mother, and my father, and so I'm yours forever. But now it's time to end it, Louis. Now it's time to leave him.
Louis: Do you think I would let them harm you.
Claudia: No you would not Louis, danger holds you to me.
Louis: Love holds you to me.
Claudia: You... fed on me.
Louis: I took your life. He gave you a new one.
Louis: You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.
Claudia: And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.
Lestat: Your body's dying. Pay no attention.
Lestat: You are a vampire who never knew what life was until it ran out in a big gush over your lips.
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.
Louis: Where are we?
Lestat: Where do you think, my idiot friend? We're in a nice, filthy cemetery. Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough?
Louis: We belong in hell.
Lestat: And what if there is no hell, or they don't want us there? Ever think of that?
Louis: But there was a hell, and no matter where we moved to, I was in it.
Louis: I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for two hundred years.
Armand: The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.
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