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.
Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there’s nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don’t know the trick. It’s like whistling or singing.
Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that’s ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can’t live without her.
I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.