Symphaty for the Devil.

Lestat: Your body's dying. Pay no attention, It happens to us all.


Yvette: [to Louis] Are you not hungry sir?
Lestat: Aux contraire mon cher, he could eat the whole colony.
[starts to laugh]


Louis: They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses.


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.


Lestat: [dancing around with the corpse of Claudia's mother] ''Non Piu Andrai, Farfallone Amoroso Notte e Giorno D'intorno Girando'' There's still life in the old lady yet.



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Lestat: Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves.


Lestat: Whining coward of a vampire that prowls the night killing rats and poodles; you could have finished us both.
Louis: You've condemned me to Hell.
Lestat: I don't know any Hell.


Louis: The statue seemed to move, but didn't. The world had changed, yet stayed the same. I was a newborn vampire weeping at the beauty of the night.


Louis: A little child she was, but also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding.


Louis: And for all the things i've done and couldn't undo, I longed for one second of peace.


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Claudia: Locked together in hatred. But i can't hate you, Louis. Louis, my love. I was a mortal to you, you gave me your immortal kiss. You became my mother and my father. And so I'm yours forever.


Claudia: Who will take care of me my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?


Louis: Bear me no ill will my love we are now even.
Claudia: What do you mean?
Louis: What died in that room was not that woman. What has died is the last breath in me that was human.
Claudia: Yes, Father. At last we are even.


Louis: But the world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues, and each of those statues resembled her face.


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Santiago: Just as this flesh is pink now, soon it will turn gray and wrinkled with age.
Mortal Woman on Stage: [weeping] Let me live. I don't care!
Santiago: Then why should you care if you die now?


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.


Armand: They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
Louis: And you can teach me this?
Armand: Yes.
Louis: To be without regret?
Armand: Yes.
Louis: Then what a pair we could make, but what if it's a lesson I don't care to learn.
Armand: What do you mean?
Louis: What if all I have is my suffering, my regret?
Armand: Don't you want to lose it?
Louis: Why? So you can have that too? The heart that mourns her, her that you burnt to a cinder.
Armand: Louis, I swear that I...
Louis: Ah, but I know you did. I know. You who regrets nothing, you who feels nothing, if that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own.



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Finalul e absolut genial...*fascinated* Briliant. Cred ca voi reciti Cronicile curand. xD