You are an imp, Lestat, you know it? A brat.

You are the damnedest creature! You make me think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. Will you weep when there are no more rules to break?

Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun.”

“Let the truth be damned.”

“This is the only sun you will ever seen again. But a millennium of nights will be yours to see light as no mortal has ever seen it, to snatch from the distant stars, as if you were Prometheus, an endless illumination in which to understand all things.”

To be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this satisfaction is to burn.