Don't You See? It Is

It Struck Me, Sharp And Hard, That I Had Been Given So Many Chances To Save My Soul That My Entire Life Had Been Constructed Around These Chances! That Was My Nature - Going From Temptation To Temptation, Not To Sin, But To Be Redeemed.

How Can So Much Beauty Hide Such A Bruised And Steely Heart, And Why Must I Love Him, Why Must I Lean In My Weariness Upon His Irresistible Yet Indomitable Strength? Is He Not The Wizend Funeral Spirit Of A Dead Man In A Child's Clothes?

Lestat: Toughen Up Baby. I'm Looking For The Eternal Scum.

An Evil For These Times Destined To Move Through The World In Handsome Human Guise.

Like All Strong People, She Suffered Always A Measure Of Loneliness; She Was A Marginal Outsider, A Secret Infidel Of A Certain Sort.