Top 30 Quotes From Claudia

Claudia: Poor massa and his pain. It's an honor just to sleep under massa's roof.

Lestat: The vampires out there are vicious.
[seeing the look on Claudia's face]
Lestat: Oh... but you've learned that already. Who did you meet out there in the American hinterland? Read her, Louis.
Claudia: That's it, keep him scared.
[to Louis]
Claudia: That's his way.
Lestat: The vampires in Europe are much, much worse.
Claudia: [to Louis] But I think *he's* scared.
Lestat: I never asked. How did Charlie taste? Like the love you'll never really know?
Claudia: [to Louis] And when he's scared, he ridicules.

Claudia: Let me go, Lestat.
Lestat: In Louis' hour of need? I'm afraid I can't allow that. He's very fragile right now. Worse than the last time you abandoned him, when you filled your head with knowledge and hitched a ride on a motorbike.

Claudia: How does it work, love between two men?
Louis: It works like... I don't know. Works like love.

Claudia: Let him go! It's me you want!
Lestat: Listen to me, and listen very carefully, my infant death. It was *never* you.

Claudia: [Crying] Let me go, Lestat.
Lestat: In Louis hour of need? I'm afraid I can't allow that. He's very fragile right now. Worse than the last time you abandoned him, when you filled your head with knowledge and hitched a ride on a motorbike.
[Claudia shudders]
Lestat: Well, you wouldn't talk of it. Louis insisted I not ask. I love our family, but the rules are, 'No secrets!' Fortunate for our family, when I put my mind to it, I can hear the thoughts of other vampires at a very great distance.
Claudia: Bastard.
Lestat: He thinks of you often... Bruce.
Claudia: Fucking bastard!
Lestat: I couldn't agree more. What he did to you was in very poor taste. Could you imagine if something like that happened to you again? Louis would never forgive himself. Back in your cage, sweetheart. We endure each other for Louis' happiness. So come home, and make him happy. Because if you try this again, Claudia, I won't snap your leg, defile your pocket and zoom off on a motorbike. I'll turn your bones to dust.

Lestat: [dragging Louis by the throat] I fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper. I never once harmed you.
Claudia: Uncle Les!
Lestat: [stops] It's 'Uncle Les' now suddenly?
Claudia: Let him go! He didn't do nothin'! Let him go! It's me you want!
Lestat: Listen to me, and listen very carefully, my infant death. It was *never* you!
Lestat: [to Louis] I chose you!
[bites Louis's neck and flies off with him]

Lestat: Claudia... you left, without saying goodbye. Again. I'm sure it was an oversight, but still. You'd think your creator had earned the courtesy.
Claudia: You didn't want me. You made me for Louis.
Lestat: And he needs you now more than ever. He's in a terrible state.
Claudia: He said I could go. He picked you over me.
Lestat: Louis couldn't pick an apple off a tree in his current state. He'd grip it, tug at it, then, weak as he is, the stem would hold.

Claudia: 'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.' She also wrote one called 'A Coffin Is a Small Domain.' I mean, come on!
Louis: Emily Dickinson is not a vampire.
Claudia: How do you know?
Louis: Cause she's dead.
Claudia: How do you know?
Louis: She got a grave. She got a tombstone.
Claudia: So do you.

[conversing telepathically]
Claudia: I've been having a thought the last few days, Louis.
Claudia: Yeah, what's that?
Claudia: I think he killed Magnus. I think the vampire made him a slave. And he would be a slave no more than I would, and so he killed him. Killed him before he knew all the things he could've known. And now he's gone and made us slaves to him.
Louis: We're not slaves. Maybe mindless accomplices.
Claudia: No, we're his slaves, and I will free us both.
Louis: Claudia.
Claudia: We have no more use for him, and he causes us misery with no horizon.
Louis: I don't like what you're feeling right now. You can't kill...
Claudia: I love you, Louis. I don't say it often enough anymore.
Louis: If you love me, then listen to me. I beg you.
Claudia: If you're going to beat Lestat, you have to become Lestat. You have to think like he does and then five moves ahead of that.
Louis: But he's not mortal. No illness can touch him. You threaten a life that will endure until the end of the world.
Claudia: I am done enduring. I'm going to kill him.
Louis: He'll destroy you if you try it.
Claudia: No, Louis. I can kill him... And I want to tell you something else now, a secret of all secrets, between you and me... The secret is, Louis, you want to kill him too and you will enjoy doing it.

Louis: She's coming up on 33.
Lestat: It's a lick and a promise in vampire years.
Claudia: Maybe, but I'm not your child anymore. That's rule number five. I'll be your companion, your sister.
Lestat: It's not as simple as choosing a new family configuration. 'Now I'm your cousin.' 'Now I'm your aunt.' I am your maker!
Claudia: But not my uncle or my daddy. I'm your sister or that's the door.

[Lestat and Claudia fight over Louis]
Claudia: [telepathically] Come with me! Come with me, Louis!
Lestat: Louis...
Claudia: [aloud] I thought I could live without you, but I was wrong.
Lestat: Louis.
[shouts]
Lestat: Louis!
Claudia: [telepathically] His love is a small box he keeps you in. Don't stay in it.
Lestat: [shouting] A thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her, you are just gonna up and leave me?
Claudia: [shouting aloud] Please, come with me! Let's meet vampires worthy of your love!

Claudia: I've read a lot of books. Started with Persia and Babylon, the old gods who longed for blood. A lot of it was popcorn, but a few old tomes. A Romanian tract on 'vampirs.' A strange, old Hungarian text, 'Masticatione Mortuorum,' the 'chewing dead.' I plan to leave for that part of the world as soon as I can.
Lestat: So... quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good.
Claudia: A quick stop to pick up Louis.
Lestat: Perused a few folklore anthologies, and now you're going to cross the ocean and take on a society of monsters.
Claudia: If what I read is lies, then tell me what's true.
[Lestat stares without answering]
Claudia: [scoffs] Seven years and what's changed, other than you need a housekeeper?

Lestat: Oh, it's you who lost, Claudia, for the many hundredth time. I admire your steadfast pursuit of a game you clearly have no acumen for.
Claudia: My massa taught me how to play, but only enough to occupy his time.

Lestat: How was college? Magna cum? Summa cum? Phi Beta Kappa?
Claudia: I've read a lot of books. Started with Persia and Babylon, the old gods who longed for blood. A lot of it was popcorn, but a few old tomes. A Romanian tract on 'vampirs.' A strange, old Hungarian text, 'Masticatione Mortuorum,' the 'chewing dead.' I plan to leave for that part of the world as soon as I can.
Lestat: So, a quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good.

Claudia: It's funnier when they fight in French. And, diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth, whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her two demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she can stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched, 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I'd bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen, 'Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?' Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar, fancy fuckin' paper diary, I'm doin' just fine. And how do I know that? 'Cause the first man I killed called me the Devil, and the last boy I killed, the last boy I'll ever love in this world, called me an angel. So that means I'm on the right path. And that means there's so much more fun out there to have. I'm just gettin' started.

Lestat: Claudia, hello. I've been calling quite often. I don't know if the operator is patching me through correctly.
[Claudia stares without answering]
Lestat: I brought something from Louis's favorite bookshop. 'The Book of Hours.' Extremely rare, 15th century. Silver and gold on the vellum, palettes of blue and old rose.
Claudia: No one here wishes to speak with you.
Lestat: Well, I know he's upstairs. I can see his silhouette. Perhaps we should let him decide if he wants to see me or not.
[Louis throws Lestat's coffin off the balcony and it shatters on the street behind Lestat]
Claudia: How's that for an answer?

[Claudia returns home after seven years]
Lestat: The prodigal daughter.
Claudia: I've come to apologize. I put you both in a bad spot. I wasn't right in my head. I am now.
Lestat: Apology not accepted.

Claudia: He picked you over me.
Lestat: Louis couldn't pick an apple off a tree in his current state.

Claudia: How old are you again, Uncle Les?
Louis: Hundred and sixty.
Lestat: A hundred and fifty-nine.

Lestat: Now here's a treat I think you're ready for. This is what the meat calls a 'lover's lane,' and by my estimation, no blood is sweeter. Young people, swollen with passion, denied spirits by this senseless prohibition, park along this lonely stretch to contemplate that most mysterious of mathematical equations -- how one plus one... becomes one.
Claudia: They come out here to do math?
Lestat: You've been too sheltered, my belladonnic beauty.

Claudia: Who am I supposed to love? You two have each other? Who's my Lestat? Who's my Louis? I'm not human. What human would want me? Perverts? Like the uncle at the roomin' house who used to watch me pee? Or little boys? And forty years from now, still little boys?
[shouts]
Claudia: How you gonna fix it, huh? Which one of you gonna fuck me?
Lestat: Well, you're not my type. I like a fuller figure.
Louis: Lestat!
Lestat: She's being impossible!

Claudia: Massa's had so much loss in his life. Lord couldn't ask him to bear any more.

Claudia: [to Louis] He treats us like shit and you take it! Why is that?
Claudia: [to Lestat] And you, cruel as the Devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you've got two!
[scoffs]
Claudia: White girl, down in Algiers, sings torch songs with a flat, no-nothin' ass. Been following you, Uncle Les. You ain't been your careful self.
Claudia: [to Louis] He's gotten tired of us, Daddy Lou. The housewife and the mistake.

Claudia: Why can't I make one? No matter how much blood I give them, they just lie there gaspin'.
Lestat: What is this? Look at me! What have you done?
Louis: Did you try to make another?
Claudia: Boy from Ponchatoula. Boy from Hollygrove. Boy with a bow tie out in Algiers.
Louis: Claudia, how'd you figure this was gon' go?
Claudia: [to Lestat] Make me one.
Lestat: Because you turned out so well.
Claudia: 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna go out there and find other vampires.
Lestat: If you could find them, which you won't, they would shred you to strips, because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake!

Lestat: Louis, I don't know what possessed me that night.
Claudia: Three years ago. That night three years ago, he means.
Lestat: I was someone I don't want to be anymore. I've changed. Let me prove it to you. I'm nothing without you. I'm nothing without both of you. If you want me to go away, just say so. I'll obey you. I'll leave your life forever.
[Louis doesn't answer]
Lestat: This silence is cruel. And you were never cruel, Louis.

Claudia: Who made you?
Lestat: His name was Magnus. He took me from my room in Paris as I kicked and screamed. He kept me for a week, locked in a room full of corpses. Some freshly killed, some bloated and black. But they all looked like me -- my coloring, my physique, my own eyes staring back at me from rotting faces. He fed on me every night and then he put me back in the tower with the lookalike corpses. I thought for sure I'd be one of them, but instead he turned me into this. No grand history of vampiric origins or physiology, no rules, no counsel. Just a sweeping hand to a pile of money and the sight of him throwing himself into a fire. And then I was alone. I thought, 'I can't drink hot blood. I can't feed on others.' I cried. I called to God. I didn't want this. But I have a capacity for enduring. That's why I don't particularly like being abandoned.

Lestat: Claudia has expressed an interest in going home.
Grace: It is late for a young lady...
Claudia: The smell is awful.
Lestat: Hmm. Wakes were invented in places where it snows.

Claudia: We're his slaves, and I will free us both.

Louis: You're ugly when you act like that.
Claudia: Better ugly than blind.