Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ASK. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds.
I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.
A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note, he said, but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.
I never lie, I said offhand. At least not to those I don't love.
Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.
Malady of mortality
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.
Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.
Lestat and Louie feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. They would never hurt immortals who choose to spend eternity going to high school over and over again in a small town ---- anymore tha...
To be godless is probably the first step to innocence, he said, to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost.So by innocence you mean not an absence of ex...