Anne Rice

Akasha: You're bold like your music. You live your life in the open like I did, long ago, when I had a king. Lestat: Had a king?
Akasha: He is no more. Now you are my consort.

Club Vampire: Fancy him do you?
Akasha: He reminds me of someone.
Club Vampire: Well all he's going to remind you of is a pile of bone. We're going to dismember him, bleed him dry.
Akasha: Really? Is that what you're going to do?

Lestat: But I never understood until I met you.
Jessie: What do you mean?

Lestat: You're beautiful to me because you're human. Your frailty, your short years, your heart; even as you think it's breaking. All that seems suddenly more precious than anything I've ever known.
Jessie: I'm not as precious as you think.

Lestat: Well, that makes you a very clever librarian, Talamascan. I knew I left that journal somewhere. So, was it a good read?
Jessie: It touched me.
Lestat: Did it now? Don't worry, Jessie. Your kind never satisfied my thirst.

Lifestyle Journalist: Do you have anything you want to say to the other vampires listening out there?
Lestat: Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Lifestyle Journalist: What is that?
Lestat: Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Lestat: Many times I've called for Marius, but there was no answer. Just the endless precession of days, months, years... My teacher left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.