Lestat’s Words of Wisdom
“I’d like to meet the devil some night. I’d chase him from here to the wilds of the Pacific. I am the devil.” |
“Evil is a point of view. God kills, indiscriminately, and so shall we. He takes the richest and the poorest, as so shall we, for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. Dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering his earth and all it’s kingdoms.” |
“There are too many other inexplicable things around us–horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty’s dead.” |
“To be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.” |
“It’s an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn’t destroy us, if it doesn’t burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.” |
“Finally those you love are simply…those you love.” |
“I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.” |
“We live in a world of accidents finally, in which only aesthetic principles have a consistency of which we can be sure. Right and wrong we will struggle with forever, striving to create and maintain an ethical balance; but the shimmer of summer rain under the street lamps or the great flashing glare of artillery against a night sky–such brutal beauty is beyond dispute.” |
“I’ve always been my own teacher, and I must confess I’ve always been my favourite pupil as well.” |
“I’m a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!” |
“It was haunted. But real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory…” |
“None of us really changes over time; we only become more fully what we are.” |
“I never really envision the finish of anything that I start. It’s risk that fascinates, the moment of infinite possibility. It lures me through eternity when all other charms fail.” |
“I don’t like myself, you know. I love myself, of course. I’m devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don’t like myself.” |
“Despair was so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannikin in the window. It could be dispelled by the spectacle of lights surrounding a tower. It could be lifted by the great ghostly shape of Saint Patrick’s coming into view. And then despair would come again.” |
“Louis, Louis; still whining Louis. Have you heard enough? I’ve had to listen to that for centuries.” |