I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.
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!
I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.
Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.
I was particularly stunned by the casting of Tom Cruise, who is no more my Vampire LeStat than Edward G. Robinson is Rhett Butler.
I want to know, for example, why beauty exists, she said, why nature continues to contrive it, and what is the link between the life of a lightning storm with the feelings these things inspire in us If God does not exist, if these things are not unified into one metaphorical system, then why do they retain for us such symbolic power Lestat calls it the Savage Garden, but for me that is not enough.