Armand

• I have never seen a vision, nor learned a secret, that would damn or save my soul.

• The world changes, we do not; therein lies the irony that finally kills us.

Claudia

• Locked together in hatred. I can hate Lestat. But I can't hate you, Louis. Louis, my love, I was mortal until 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.

Lestat

• Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice I never had.

• 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.

Louis

• That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't remember any before it. I watched its whole magnificence for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sun light, and set out to become what I became.

• Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life.

• Whatever happened to Lestat I do not know. I go on, night after night. I feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion went with her golden hair. I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.

Dialogue

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 [narrating]: 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 feel nothing. If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own.

Armand: Louis! I was dying...

Louis: No, you were dead, and you want me to quicken you. And as much as your invitation may appeal to me, I must regretfully decline.