100 Best Louis de Pointe du Lac Quotes

Young: Are you a narc?
Louis: I'm a vampire.
[both laugh]
Young: I want to interview you.
Louis: Sounds fun.

[about the murder of Alderman Fenwick and the ensuing riots]
Louis: I didn't do it for me. I did it for my city, my people. Destroy our businesses and buy the land for cheaper. I know what they're doing!
Lestat: So that torturous death was for your people? That garish display of his body like some public art piece was for your people?
Louis: I didn't see this comin'.
Lestat: Save that lie for yourself. Did you not smile when he begged? Did you not feel pleasure as you carved him up?
Louis: Maybe you saw it comin' and didn't stop me. Maybe you went quiet on purpose.
Lestat: You did what you did because it gave you pleasure. Companion of the Dark Gift, finally. We should make this our anniversary.

Lestat: There's a column in here about the history of this lovely square. It says that the man who designed it did so after the Place de Vosges in Paris. I can see that. Used to be called the Place d'Armes. I prefer that. Don't you?
Louis: Mm-hmm.
Lestat: The Louisiana Purchase was signed here. Penny wise, franc foolish.
Louis: Say anything about how they used to take runaway slaves, cut their heads off, and pike 'em on the iron gates as a warning?

Daniel: Can you fly, Louis?
Louis: No.
Daniel: So for twenty years, you lived with the vampire Lestat and you didn't know he had the flying gift?
Louis: The Cloud Gift. And yes, it was a remarkable bit of restraint he managed.
Daniel: Why would he do that?
Louis: I suppose he thought if he exposed all his power to me, I would never feel his equal and the relationship would suffer.
Daniel: 'He only beat me the one time, Officer. It's not his fault.' Classic Stockholm, eh, Doc?
Dr. Fareed Bhansali: I am not here.

Louis: She was right. It was inevitable. We were going to kill Lestat.

Grace: We need to talk about the house.
Louis: [scoffs] Over the cold body of our mama. Was wonderin' why I got an invite this time.
Grace: You don't need it. You haven't needed it for years.
Louis: Well, good we've got each other's backs.
[to his mother's body]
Louis: Make you proud, you hear?
Levi: We can pay you in installments.
Grace: You and your white daddy are doing fine in the Quarter. We can't pay you what it's worth and you don't need the money.

Louis: I can smell her on you.
Lestat: From time to time, I like a little variety. There. I said it. We're communicating so much better now, no?
Louis: So I can fuck whoever I want?
Lestat: Of course... Of course! Of course. As long as you come home to me. Of course.
[chuckles]

Louis: And music, that was where Lestat separated man from food. Music pierced his damned soul, and any humans who were involved in the creation of it existed on an elevated plane in his eyes. I was moved to see he too had his human attachments.

Louis: Emotionally, I was vacant. I longed for Claudia. I ached for her. I walked the streets of New Orleans with the shifting masses of the unfed, the addicts born of despair, sending out telepathic thoughts of remorse in every direction. But she had shut her mind off to me for some time then. And so I was left to revisit old haunts, desperate for connection. 'Claudia, come home.' 'I know I hurt you.' 'I know I can make it right again.'

Louis: Charlie's death ushered in one of the darkest eras in our lives. The oh-so-delicate balance of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered. The fantasy of happiness burst. Claudia was...
Daniel: A band-aid for a shitty marriage?
Louis: I was going to say... something else. But yes, that's almost certainly what she felt like.

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.

Louis: Emasculation and admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man... and I wanted to be the man.

Daniel: He could fly?
Louis: Yes.
Daniel: Like Superman?
Louis: Not like Superman. Superman is a fictional character.
Daniel: But in the air with a 'fuck you to Newtonian physics' flying?
Louis: He said it was more like floating, arising at will, propelling in a direction by the decision. He called it 'the Cloud Gift.'

Deputy: Now, it is my sworn duty to notify the dry agents as to the wine cellar on the premises. I will refrain from contacting the Child Welfare League, but I don't like what I've seen in this home.
Louis: And we'll make sure Police Chief Bardeen is informed how his men conducted themselves in the home of law-abiding, taxpaying citizens.
Deputy: [chuckles] You know, I'd add a second bed to the boudoir before you two go making accusations. I have no doubt you could carry the fines, but crimes against nature, that comes with a five-year prison term if convicted.

Louis: I was being hunted. And I was completely unaware it was happening.

Lestat: I'm not sure how I feel about that pleated skirt.
Louis: It's chiffon. It has movement.

Louis: You've grown old, Daniel.
Daniel: Yeah, well, mortality beats a heavy drum.

Lestat: [singing] Oh, joy, oh, boy. Where do we go from here...
Louis: Not funny.
Lestat: What can I say? I'm a lot. I'm not perfect.
Louis: [scoffs] I knew it. I knew you were there.
Lestat: Yes.
Louis: You jealous?
Lestat: Yes. I don't like sharing.
Louis: What about Antoinette?
Lestat: It's different. I don't have feelings for her.
Louis: He did me some face and I drove him home!
Lestat: [shouts] I heard your hearts dancing!

Louis: He drained me to the very threshold of death... The blood, it came as a dull roar at first. And then a pounding, like the pounding of a drum, growing louder and louder as if some enormous creature were coming through a dark and alien forest. A huge drum. And then, there came a pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming behind him, each giant intent on his own drum, giving no notice to the rhythm of the other. Throbbing in my lips, fingers and flesh of my temple. Above all, in my veins. Drum and then the other drum. I opened my eyes, and it was then that I realized the drum was my heart and the other drum had been his. I saw him sitting a length away from me, radiant. And we sat there for some time... in throes of increasing wonder... The end. The beginning.

Louis: I don't want to kill people anymore. There it is.
Lestat: A fish that doesn't swim. A bird refusing flight. You're going to struggle. I fear for the feline population of New Orleans.

Louis: You killed Lily.
Lestat: Cut short that magnificent life she was living? What a tragedy.
Louis: Ain't no fever out there. That's you. You bringin' the death to town.
Lestat: I give death to those deserving. I'm not the Devil. You were wrong about that. But I can give you death.

Louis: Dark woods and bridged rivers. Then the lights of a city depot. Birmingham. Atlanta. Greensboro. Washington, D.C. She, of all things on the Earth, deserved a nice seat and a wide window to watch the countryside blur before the glass. But it was 1939, and the only Negro allowed in first class was the porter, and the Negro passenger rode the rear. The Negro vampire made do with what was left, which was fine with her.

Louis: Flaubert's style is so dense.
Lestat: Louis Armstrong's in town tonight, playing at the Pelican. Should we make it a night of the two Louis?
Louis: The absence of metaphor is so striking.
Lestat: You sound like every pompous Sorbonne student I've ever eaten.
Louis: Should I do like you instead? Read the first ten pages of every book? Pass myself off as cultured?
Lestat: Well, at least you're listening. I sit there thinking, 'Light yourself on fire, see if he would notice!'
Louis: [talking over Lestat] Use my middling command of literary canon to impress some hapless human I'm gonna kill in a few hours anyway.

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!

Louis: You've had some health concerns of late.
Daniel: Whole planet's having a moment, I'd say.

Louis: My business and my raised religion were at odds. And the, uh, latencies within me, well, I beat those back with a lie I told myself about myself. That I was a red-blooded son of the South, seeking ass before absolution.

Lestat: Here's an idea: let's take a holiday. How about Rome?
Louis: Rome? Rome, Italy?
Lestat: Would you prefer Rome, Wisconsin?

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!

Louis: Vampires are killers. Apex predators whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment, the ability to see a human life in its entirety, not with any mawkish sorrow, but with the thrilling satisfaction of being the end of that life and having a hand in the divine plan.
Daniel: Don't expect every reader to swallow that one.

Lestat: You'll see as your powers grow, you can see their thoughts, like a one-reeler almost. Dull, monotonous picture shows. It's a very distracting gift, the petty musings of meat.
Louis: Peel back on me then. What am I thinkin' right now?
Lestat: You'll have to tell me yourself. A sacrifice is made when the Dark Gift is shared.
Louis: You can't read my mind anymore?
Lestat: The architects of our creation mean to humble us. We're at the mercy of the other's discretion.
Louis: Just like the meat.
Lestat: You're not one of them anymore, fledgling. You chase after phantoms of your former self. I'll break you of it.

Louis: I teased the sun that night in Jackson Square. Thought about the walking cane and pile of ash they'd find in the morning. But Paul had forever ruined Grace's wedding night, and I would not do the same to Claudia on the anniversary of her escape. If I was to join Dante's Wood of the Self-Murdered, it would be another night. And so I endured my way home, back to the crypt, back to the undeserving Lestat.

Daniel: You were the prince of your district. Lestat chased an American icon out of town because he loved you. 1917 doesn't sound like it was such a bad year.
Louis: Rigged to burn, Daniel.

Lestat: Bonsoir, monsieur. You speak French?
Lily: We speak all sorts of tongues in New Orleans.
Louis: It's a hard table to get. How'd you manage it?
Lestat: How'd you manage to get yourself through the front door?
Louis: Excuse me?
Lestat: I mean that as a compliment, a man of your race to have privileges here.
Lily: Louis has a small empire of his own down the street. It gives him privileges.
Lestat: [laughs]
Louis: Somethin' funny about that?
Lestat: Your name is Louis. Of course it's Louis.
Louis: I didn't get your name, fella.
Lestat: Je suis désolé. Je m'amuse trop en privé. I know who you are, sir. You're the man who made me buy a townhouse in the Quarter. I owe you everything. Please join us.

Louis: [in confession] I'm a drunk, Lord. I'm a liar. I am a thief, Lord. I profit off the miseries of other men, and I do it easy. Drugs, liquor, women. I lure them in and grab what they got, Lord. I take daughters with no homes and I put 'em out on the street, Lord, and I lie to myself sayin' I'm givin' 'em roof and food and dollar bills in they pocket, but I look in the mirror, I know what I am. The big man in the big house, stuffin' cotton in my ear so I can't hear their cries. And, Lord, I dragged my family into this mess with me. I shame my father. I failed my brother. I lost my mother and sister, and rather than fix it like a man should, Lord, I run like a coward. I run to the bottle. I run to the grift. I run to bad beds. I laid down with a man. I laid down with the Devil. And he has roots in me. All his spindly roots in me. And I can't think nothin' anymore but his voice and his words! Please! Help me! I am weak! I wanna die!

Louis: Are we the sum of our worst moments? Can we be forgiven if we do not forgive others ourselves?

Lestat: Seul l'impossible peut faire l'impossible.
Lily: I don't know much what you're saying, but it sure sounds nice.
Louis: 'Only the impossible can do the impossible.'

Paul: Are you one with Christ, Monsieur Lioncourt?
Louis: How 'bout you shut your damn mouth?
Florence: Louis...
Lestat: That's alright, Louis, Madame. The birds speak for him... I came to know Christ in a monastery. I wanted to be a priest. Just like you, Paul.
[Lestat begins to hypnotize Paul]
Lestat: And under the guidance and discipline of the monks who lived there, I came to memorize both testaments, the writings of Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all the saints and scholars. My father, a vulgar man, did not think much of this education. And so he and my brothers conspired to pull me out, lock me away, where, between beatings, starvations and the failure of Christ to intercede the beatings and starvations, I slowly forgot all about the testaments, Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all of it. And so to answer your boring question, there is an ocean between Christ and myself! J'espère que cela satisfera les oiseaux perchés dans la cage de votre esprit!
Louis: [slams the table] Don't do that shit here! Not with my family. You understand?
Lestat: [long pause] I am cursed with my father's temper at times. The rudeness is all mine.
Florence: That's alright. It's the humidity, it does that sometimes.

Alderman Fenwick: What are you?
Louis: I'm a vampire!

Louis: Is your medicine taking?
Daniel: It's cold and itchy. Thanks for asking.
Louis: Are you still dreaming about our first meeting, Daniel?
Daniel: I keep waking up just before you ask me back to your shitty apartment.

Louis: I've seen death over and over and over and over again. It's boring.
Daniel: That'll make a great blurb.

[in Paul's funeral procession]
Lestat: Mes condoléances.
Louis: Pas ici.
Lestat: An elegant coffin. Would you tell me where you purchased?
Louis: Move on.
Lestat: I wait on my balcony every night. You've been avoiding me.
Louis: I have been occupied.
Lestat: Miss Lily proved herself a poor substitute and I don't take kindly to being avoided.
Louis: It's my brother's funeral!
Lestat: Believe me when I tell you, your brother longed for that flagstone.

Louis: [on finding out that Lestat didn't kill Antoinette] It wasn't shocking. It was perfectly consistent with his nature. He'd been told to do something, and, brat that he was, didn't like being told what to do. The effect, however, was numbing.

Louis: As the Depression set in on the nation, I barricaded myself within the dilapidating walls of 1132 Rue Royale, educating myself from Lestat's library, ignoring all other duties of the role Claudia once mocked me for--the unhappy housewife.

Louis: When you were using drugs, Mr. Molloy, do you remember the best you ever had?
Daniel: Berkely, 1978, some Mexican black tar that Carly and Pedro were slinging.
Louis: So imagine that flowing inside your veins again. Now, multiply it by miles to the rings of Saturn and back... He had taken what he called 'un petit coup,' the little drink. Not enough to kill me, but just enough to keep him fit. It takes an enormous amount of restraint for us, the little drink. For a human, experiencing it for the first time, it was... unsettling. And not for the physical toll it took on my body, which was significant, but for the feelings of intimacy it awoke within me. I had never allowed myself to feel emotionally close to anyone, much less a man. I had no room for feelings like these in my life. You could be a lot of things in New Orleans, but an openly gay Negro man was not one of 'em.

Louis: You've grown old, Daniel.

Louis: For six years in all, these raw and desperate mea culpas came like the tide. And for six years, they were greeted with silence or fire. We burned more gifts than bodies in that decade, but they would not stop coming. And Lestat's relentless determination began to crack my considerable armor. Perhaps it was the modesty of the gesture, but in the spring of 1937, one broke through. He had written it himself in the music of the hour. His first composition in a hundred years.

[Louis bursts into Antoinette's house to find her and Lestat naked in bed]
Louis: [shouting] Six years of begging. You think a song's gon' get a rise out of me?
Lestat: Did you like it?
Louis: This her singing?
Lestat: It's a clear voice. I wanted to obstacle to the lyric.
[Louis smashes the record]
Louis: Write me a song and put your lover's voice on it? What the fuck is wrong with your head?
Lestat: Louis, you're soaking wet.
Louis: I swim faster than I drive.
[to Antoinette]
Louis: Put some clothes on. Get the fuck out.
Antoinette: This is my house.
Louis: Do I look like I care?
Antoinette: Lestat.
Lestat: Leave.
[to Louis]
Lestat: You swam the Mississippi to find me?
Louis: I hate you.
Lestat: As you should.

Louis: You're angry.
Lestat: I'm pondering.
Louis: Pondering what?
Lestat: Your night had nothing to do with ridding the world of criminals or finding some morality to buoy your existence. You're ashamed of what we are.
Louis: Maybe I'm just pondering what I am.
Lestat: For the infinitesimal time, you're a vampire.

Louis: He had a way about him those first years, Lestat. Preternaturally charming, occasionally thoughtful. He was my murderer, my mentor, my lover and my maker -- all of those things at once.

Daniel: Here's another question: That's the sun out there; where's your coffin?
Louis: You're standing in it.

Louis: [reading from Claudia's diary] I spend time following Louis and Lestat, now that I am my own woman, with no obvious sense of why I follow them, other than meaning slowly disintegrates without them, my companions in immortality. But today at the cemetery, I finally understood something so obvious, which I had pondered for a decade--why they made me... To be Louis's sister.

Lestat: You draw me into your gloom.
Louis: It's your fault she's gone. If you hadn't pushed her...
Lestat: Claudia.
Louis: If you hadn't done your...
Lestat: Claudia. Claudia.
[scoffs]
Lestat: I cannot listen to this insanity about Claudia one more time. Bordel de merde. Il me chie dans la malle jusqu'au cadenas!

Daniel: So, it begs the question, where were all these diaries in 1973?
Louis: Scattered. One in New Orleans, another in Paris.
Daniel: Bullshit.
Louis: [long pause] Claudia was... everything. I loved her unconditionally. All the noise, the chaos, the crisis of my former existence, silenced. The simple joy of her hand in mine.
Daniel: You had a daughter.
Louis: I had a daughter.
Daniel: I've got two. The love is kind of...
Louis: And if you were to come across their diaries and learn, in detail, how and when you failed them, would you share those failures with a brash young reporter you met at Polynesian Mary's?

Louis: He had a way about him those first years, Lestat. Preternaturally charming, occasionally thoughtful. He was my murderer, my mentor, my lover and my maker -- all of those things at once. He didn't choose me to be his doormat. I knew he enjoyed it when I fought back, but there was present a kind of worship on my part. The earth beneath me always felt liquid.

Louis: Some sleep is what she needs.
Lestat: Sedation is what she needs.

Louis: I had no words for her. What words were there? 'It all happened so fast.' 'I was trying to save you.' 'All vampires are born out of trauma.' We made her out of remorse. Out of selfishness.
Daniel: Poor dear. She wasn't held enough between ritualistic murders.
Louis: She spent every night for half a decade with no friends, locked in the emotional storm of puberty.
Daniel: Look, Charlie Manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. Still, he was Charlie Manson.
Louis: Is that all you think of her?
Daniel: Mostly. I also think she makes you and Frenchy look like a couple of whiny, existential queens.

Louis: I'm switching rooms. I don't need to hear you and your good man making noise.
Grace: You'd have to be home to hear that.
Louis: I come home nights.
Grace: You come home some nights. Out cattin' with some white man, I hear.
Louis: He ain't white. He French.
Grace: Oh, that's a new kind of white, is it? French white?
Louis: He different.
Grace: Invite him over for dinner. Mother loves European.

Louis: You did good gettin' off that boat when you did. St. Louis is dull as dishwater.
Lestat: Yes, I feel quite at home here.

[Lestat holds a bleeding and beaten Louis while hovering in the air thousands of miles above New Orleans]
Lestat: I have waited, Louis. I have patiently waited, in vain, for you to love me as I love you. Just say it. Say, 'Lestat, I am never going to love you.' It would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips. Your quivering, hateful lips.
Louis: Let go of me!
Lestat: Anything for you.
[Lestat lets go of Louis, who plummets to the ground]

Louis: Why do you do this, Lestat?
Lestat: Well, I like to do it. I enjoy it.
Louis: Well, I don't. You don't have to humiliate him.
Lestat: [shouts] Well, I don't say that you have to enjoy it! Kill them swiftly if you have to, but do it! Embrace what you are! You are a killer, Louis!

[disposing of a body]
Lestat: This was your man's esquire sent in his stead.
Louis: I was hungry.
Lestat: A stone's throw from your place of business. What were you thinking?
Louis: He disrespected me.
Lestat: How did he do that?
Louis: He said I did a good job.
Lestat: You are a library of confusion!

Louis: [pulling a knife on Paul] Get on home, else I'll bleed you like a cochon, bruh!

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

Daniel: You started hanging out.
Louis: He was in love with my city and wanted to know everything he could about it.
Daniel: So you played docent to the gentleman vampire?
Louis: He had not revealed his vampire nature yet.
Daniel: I'm assuming you only met at night.
Louis: It's New Orleans. Days are for sleeping off the previous evening's damage.
Daniel: Perfect cover for a vampire.
Louis: Racing ahead again, Mr. Molloy. Let the tale seduce you. Just as I was seduced.

Louis: It is difficult to explain how his words disarmed me, how efficiently succinct and impenetrable his argument was. All my conceptions, even my guilt and my wish to die, seemed utterly important. And I completely forgot myself and the barbaric scene that surrounded me. For the first time in my life, I was seen.

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

Louis: How many of us are out there? We can't be the only ones.
Lestat: How many vampires? Not many, I'm afraid. Maybe a hundred... A hundred and one.

Louis: You hit an alderman? Goddamnit, Bricks.
Bricktop: He stuck it in my shitbox!
Alderman Fenwick: I did no such thing!
Bricktop: Gave him a chance to pull out and he kept on fuckin', so I gave him a little squirt of my catfish dinner for goin' there. Don't believe me? Check his dick.
Louis: Who the fuck you talkin' to? I ain't checkin' no man's dick.
[Bricks raises Fenwick's shirt]
Louis: Oh, goddamn.
Bricktop: [to Fenwick] Hell, I mighta even said yes if you would just ask. But I don't care who you is, you put a dick in an asshole without askin', that's against Jesus! Fuck you!

Louis: So you didn't kill her?
Lestat: No. She has talents.
Louis: Aren't I enough?
Lestat: [laughs hysterically]

[upon being confronted about the discrepancies in his recollection of his life with Lestat]
Louis: The version we speak of now is the more nuanced portrait.
Daniel: Hmm. Or the more rehearsed.
Louis: Perhaps I was mistaken about the 'Wolverine Blues.'
Daniel: Fuck the 'Wolverine Blues.' Ken Burns can choke on the footnotes. It's the abused-abuser psychological relationship I'm talking about.
Louis: I do not consider myself abused.
Daniel: I mean, usually when you're a little too close to it, the abused still loves the abuser, but you flipped it completely on its head.
Louis: I'm not a victim.
Daniel: Fifty years later, you talk like he was your soulmate. Like you were locked in some fucked up gothic romance. Why?
Louis: [reading from Daniel's memoir] 'I am in my Buick, staring in the rearview mirror at my daughter in the car seat, an hour after I gave Derek, a guy I don't know, the last 30 bucks I had. My editor reminds me it's seven years before car seats are mandatory. My ex-wife reminds me I never owned a Buick. This is the odyssey of recollection.'
[closes book]
Louis: The tapes are an admitted performance. This is the premise of our interview. Half a century later, allow me my odyssey.
[Daniel throws away the tapes of their first interview]
Louis: Now who's performing?

Louis: Years accumulated in the small city were catching up to us. Our home was often vandalized. Cowardly warnings suggesting we were no longer welcome. 'Please return from the dark place you came from.' It was an awkward time. I loved Claudia with all my heart and I loved Lestat with a wounded one. The work would be convincing the two to find room again for each other. Concessions would be needed. I would have to lead by example.

Antoinette: Mr. Louis, you have to convince Lestat to keep playin'.
Louis: Got a better chance makin' the Mississippi run north.
Lestat: We had a good run, but I did it for Louis. I do everything for Louis.

Louis: It was a cold winter that year, and Lestat was my coal fire.

Louis: I loved Claudia with all my heart and I loved Lestat with a wounded one. The work would be convincing the two to find room again for each other.

Dr. Fareed Bhansali: Pleasure never meeting you, Mr. Molloy.
Daniel: He said to no one.
Louis: Quick and clever despite two bags of fluid.
Daniel: Legal dope makes me constipated, but the wit flows like a river.

Lestat: New to the... the New World, I am.
Louis: That explains the clothes.

Louis: Many streets in New Orleans weren't paved at the time. The mud on his boots could've come from anywhere.
Daniel: Was it raining that night?
[Louis recalls his conversation with Jonah without rain]
Daniel: Did it rain?
[Louis recalls his conversation with Jonah again, this time with rain]
Louis: I don't remember now. It could've been dry in the bayou and wet in the Quarter. It's Louisiana.
Daniel: The odyssey of recollection.

Louis: I ran from the Quarter that night. Ran to where the violence spread most wild. I stumbled through the streets like an irrational child who had tested his strength on a small bird and now asked, 'Can I make it whole again?' Their faces raced past me like snow in a terrible wind, unaware that it was I who had brought this retribution, it was I who should pay for this sin. And then... one of those inconceivable moments where who you were before and who you'll be forever after is marked in time. A rooming house, now a fire trap. I could not save the Azalea. I could not save Storyville. I could not save the aunt on the wrong side of the wall, but I could save her. My light. My Claudia. My redemption.

Louis: [reading a newspaper article] 'Rash of mysterious deaths at university libraries perplex authorities.' Listen to this. 'Housekeeping staff at Vanderbilt University tried to rouse students who appeared to have fallen asleep at their studies, only to discover that they were, in fact, deceased. Similar incidents have been recorded at the College of Charleston, Lincoln University in Jefferson City, and the University of Alabama.' It's her. It has to be her.
Lestat: It could be her. But I am the one who is presently standing in front of you. And, unlike Claudia, I am a full-blooded adult with all the right appendages. So if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered...
[Lestat storms out as Louis keeps reading]

Louis: When your mother sees the Devil in your eyes, it's a hard assessment to abandon. Am I from the Devil? Is my very nature that of the Devil? I had hedged against the question, but now it completely overwhelmed me.

Lestat: She was a destitute little girl, destined to live an inconsequential little life.
Louis: And we took it from her. We cursed her.

Lestat: We had a good run, but I did it for Louis. I do everything for Louis.
Antoinette: Yeah, I heard that about you two.
Lestat: Oh? What have you heard?
Antoinette: I'm not a gossip.
Lestat: But I am.
Antoinette: Well, people at the Azalea, they say...
[Lestat runs his hands along Antoinette's waist]
Antoinette: You're confusing me.
[laughs]
Lestat: Oh, come now. I don't bite. What do the employees of the Azalea say about Louis and Lestat?
Antoinette: I'll answer with a question. Are there two beds upstairs or one?
Lestat: Do you want to find out?
Louis: No one goes upstairs, Miss Brown.
Antoinette: Well, there's my answer.
Lestat: Still, what do you imagine confines us to a single note? Why not a chord? Why not a cluster?

Louis: For six years in all, these raw and desperate mea culpas came like the tide. And for six years, they were greeted with silence or fire. We burned more gifts than bodies in that decade, but they would not stop coming. And Lestat's relentless determination began to crack my considerable armor. Perhaps it was the modesty of the gesture... but in the spring of 1937, one broke through. He had written it himself in the music of the hour. His first composition in 100 years... Rashid, please play the song in question for Mr. Molloy and the doctor.
Dr. Fareed Bhansali: I'm not here.
Louis: [Come to Me plays in the background] He had engaged a local record company. And when the musicians they hired proved unsatisfactory, he played all the instruments himself.
Daniel: That's his voice?
Louis: Yeah. He pressed only one album. Had the master recordings destroyed. You're listening to an inferior re-recording now. The audacity of it all was matched only by its sincerity. He had made the near-perfect valentine... with one flaw. One perfectly premeditated flaw.

Louis: [voiceover] Dear Mr. Molloy, I hope this letter finds you safe and thriving, if such a thing were a possibility in this bleak hour. I've been following your career with some interest since our last meeting. Please allow me to congratulate you on all your successes, those professional and those personally redemptive. The passage of time and the frailties that accompany it have provided me perspective. And I suspect the same might be true for you as well. I'm hoping health and pride won't deter you from the following proposal: In a week's time, in a setting of my choosing, we revisit the project boyish youth prevented us from finishing. Forty-nine years and thousands of miles removed from the room we shared in San Francisco, I offer, for your journalistic pleasures, my full attention and my life story. All affinities, Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Louis: What's happening?
Lestat: Your body is confused. Your lungs feel like water, your heart, fire. You feel as if you're dying... Because you are.

Louis: 'Exceptional Negro.' 'Thank you, sir.' It was the call and response of my entire life. I had let them talk to me like that so long, I stopped hearing it. 'Yes, sir.' 'Of course, sir.' 'Subject-verb agreement, sir.' Smile, nod, 'yes, sir.' They all came from the same organ inside me. An organ unknown to science at the time because what scientist would look for an organ found only in Black men who use their weakness to rise? But I wasn't a man anymore. I was something else. I had powers now and decades of rage to process, and it was both random and unfortunate the man picked that night to dabble in fuckery. If not him, it would've been the next man.

Louis: You ever think that we -- that's to say, our kind -- were put on earth for a larger purpose?
Lestat: I put you on this earth. Your purpose is to enjoy yourself.
Louis: That can't be all there is. I know you don't believe that.
Lestat: Well, tell me what I believe, Louis. Excavate the hoarded thoughts buried beneath my damned soul.

[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.

Lestat: A couple of parish priests go missing, people say, 'Fine. Most likely kid fiddlers.' But this, this was an important man in town. The police will be looking for this man, fledgling!
Lestat: [gesturing to the incinerator] That's why we got this beast, yeah?
Lestat: No, you need to show restraint, fledgling!
Louis: Oh, you need to stop using that word right now, 'cause it's soundin' a little like 'slave.'
Lestat: Don't say it...
Louis: Well, that's what it fuckin' sound like. That's what it feel like sometimes.
Lestat: And the carousel comes around again.
Louis: Fuck you!
Lestat: Va te faire foutre aussi!

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

Louis: Vivid writer, isn't she? A singular style.
Daniel: Anne Frank meets Stephen King.

[both shouting]
Lestat: I heard your hearts dancing!
Louis: You watched the whole thing like some creeper!
Lestat: And then I watched you pull over and drain a dog and run down an alleyway for two more rats! This is not a life!
Louis: That's 'cause you took my life!

Lestat: When I first started learning English, I abhorred it. Every word felt like a doorknob falling out of my mouth. Chapeau was a hat, étoile was a star, a pamplemousse was a grapefruit...
Louis: Killin' folks ain't a second language!
Lestat: ...but, but! When I started dreaming in English, that's when I embraced it. And now I have English consonants to thank for this astonishing jawline.

Louis: In many ways, they were more like each other than they wanted to admit. They both sought out weakness.They reveled in the exploitation of it, and they romped with joy as I played audience to their joyless exchange

Louis: It bears repeating, I did not consider myself a homosexual man at the time. I mean, I had had experiences. Guilt, shame, floating-on-a-sea-of-vodka type encounters. Obviously, I've come to embrace my sexuality. Course, you know that. We met at a gay bar, didn't we, Daniel?
Daniel: It was a good place to score. I did what I had to.

Louis: I couldn't believe it. Staring me down as his hands went wandering the seams of Miss Lily's dress. I wanted to take the end of my cane and slit his throat with it.
Daniel: Why didn't you?
Louis: I couldn't move. My body was seized with weakness. His gaze tied a string around my lungs, and I found myself immobilized.

Paul: You still doing business with that man Lestat?
Louis: Nah. Didn't work out.
Paul: That's good, 'cause he the Devil.
Louis: You think everyone's the Devil.

Louis: [voiceover] Claudia's night rambles had exposed us.
Lestat: Assume we are under suspicion. Assume our finances no longer provide us protection.
Louis: Make your kills outside the city. One a night. No persons of note--unfortunates, undesirables.
Lestat: No more incinerator. New locks on the doors. Shutter the windows. No parties, no friends.
Louis: [voiceover] But her absence would lay bare who we were without her, a simmering pot of resentments.
Lestat: We should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. New York, Chicago, Los Angeles.
Louis: Paris.
Lestat: No.
Louis: Mm-hmm.
Lestat: We should dismantle her room.
Louis: You don't touch her room.
Louis: She'll be back.
Lestat: No, she won't.
Louis: [voiceover] There would be no Roaring Twenties for us. We would be underground for seven years.

Lestat: You wanted her, you fix her!
Louis: We're doin' this together.
Lestat: Do you remember our life, how happy we were before her?
Louis: Happy? We were not happy!
Lestat: An anvil tied around our ankles pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor!

Louis: Emasculation and admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man, and I wanted to be the man. I had come there for Lily, but I left thinking of only him.