“Sometimes I envy you so much it chokes me. And sometimes I think I got the better deal. To be that close to her and not have her. To be all alone even when you’re holding her. “
“I mean, what if she’s not a demon or sorceress or spirit or whatever these books cover? … Something old. So old it pre-dates the written word.”
Death is on your heels, baby. And sooner or later, it’s gonna catch you. And part of you wants it. Not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you’re just a little bit in love with it.
You learn her source, and we’ll introduce her to her insect reflection. Um… that, that was funny… if you um, if you studied Taglarin mythic rights… and are a complete dork.
For centuries it had no form at all. My brethren, its only keepers. Then the abomination found us. We had to hide the Key, gave it form, molded it flesh… made it human and sent it to you.
It’s not about him. It’s about us. You’re getting stronger every day, more powerful. I can’t touch you. Every day, you’re just… a little further out of my reach.
On my seventh birthday… I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn’t get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real fire trucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me. […]
“Nobody knows who I am. Not the real me. It’s like, nobody cares enough to find out. I mean, does anyone ever ask *me* what I want to do with my life? Or what my opinion is on stuff? Or what restaurant to order in from?”
“And you’re sure this isn’t just some fanboy thing? ‘Cause I’ve fought more than a couple pimply, overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.”