“Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.”

“You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!”

“If I haven't put that on a T-shirt, I'm going to. Actually, I really don't want to write anything that can't be put on a T-shirt. Actually I'd like to write only on T-shirts. Actually, I'd like to write whole novels on T-shirts. So you guys could say, 'I'm wearing chapter 8 of Lestat's new book, that's my favorite; oh I see you're wearing chapter 6-”

“I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!”

“Maybe this is madness. Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.”

“I like you both! And that's better than loving you, for that's expected, you know. But liking you, what a curious surprise.”

“Lestat, what did I say last night?' he asked. 'You are the damnedest creature!”