Lestat De Lioncourt Quotes

“Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

“I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.”
― Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

“One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your superiority, another shut you out... And the veil will always come down between you Make a legion, you will be, always and forever alone!”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

“Claudia, you've been a very very naughty little girl.”
― Anne Rice

“Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely.”
― Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

“In the Savage Garden you shine beautifully, my friend. You walk as if it is your garden to do with as you please. And in my wanderings, I always return to you. I always return to see the colours of the garden in your shadow, or reflected in your eyes, perhaps, or to hear of your latest follies and mad obsessions.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Traitor,” said Amel. “Slut.” I tried to conceal my smile. I just love being called a slut. I don't know why. I just do.”
― Anne Rice, Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis

“And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, towards a sun which will never rise.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same twilight, we felt the same pull of the earth beneath our feet. We drank together and broke bread together. We might have made love together, if you had only allowed such a thing. But that’s all changed. You have your youth, yes, and all the dizzying wonder that accompanies the miracle. But I still see death when I look at you. I know now I cannot be your companion, and you cannot be mine”
― Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief

“We were at that moment of drunkenness that the two of us had come to call the Golden Moment, when everything made sense. We always tried to stretch out that moment, and then inevitably one of us would confess, "I can't follow anymore, I think the Golden Moment's passed.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

“I don't like myself, you know. I love myself, of course, I'm committed to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Here's my love, not in little droplets, but from the very river of my being. It reaches all the way down to the roots of my being, tangling my heart in its burning mesh. For you. Drink deep.”
― Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief

“My soul was bruised and sore. For the first time ever in my life, I was agraid of what would happen. I was afraid that he was going to destroy me, and I simply could not do again what I'd just done. I could not be part of this design. I prayed I coudn't be made to do it, that I would have the strength to refuse. I felt his hands on my shoulders. "Turn and look at me," he said. And there it was again, the most seductive beauty I'd ever beheld. 'I am yours, my love. You are my only true companion.' But I couldn't speak these words to him.”
― Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

“In a daze, I saw him stretch out his arms to me. It struck me that never in all my life had I beheld anyone quite as beautiful as he was, and it was not merely the sum of his physical attributes, it was the pure serenity, the essence that I perceived with my innermost soul. A lovely euphoria came over me as he spoke.”
― Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

“Don't go," he said, and his voice was so soft and imploring that it took my breath away. But I was already going. I barely heard him call out to me: "I need you. You're the only friend I have." How tragic those words! I wanted to say I was sorry, sorry for all of it. But it was too late now for that. And besides, I think he knew. All life seemed utterly unbearable to me now.”
― Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief

“A dreadful suspicion was coming over me. Hadn't my mortal life been nothing but abysmal struggle and trivia and fear? Wasn't that the way it was for most mortals? Wasn't that the message of a score of modern writers and poets - that we wasted our lives in foolish preoccupation? Wasn't this all a miserable cliche?”
― Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief

“Despair is so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannekin in the window. It could be dispelled by the lights surrounding a tower. It would be lifted by the great ghostly shape of St. Patrick's coming into view. And then despair would come again. Meaningless, I almost said, aloud.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“I clasped his face in both hands as I kissed him. "You don't know how I need you, how I love you, how I always have," I whispered in his ear. Maybe he would find me more charming on account of what's befallen me - the unexpected horror I've seen, the inevitable pain I've endured. It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit.”
― Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

“In a way, he made me think of a doll, with brilliant glass eyes - a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was. "That's what you always wanted," he said softly. His tone was melancholy. "When you found me under Les Innocents, you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvet."
"You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to emgrace and good to love." My tone was angry. We eyed each other for a moment. And then he surpised me, rising and coming towards me just as I moved to take him in my arms. His gesture wasn't tentative, but it was extremely gentle. We held each other tight for a moment. The cold embracing the cold. "I can't remember anything sad bweween us, " I said.
"You will," he responded. "And so will I. But what does it matter what we remember?"
"Yes," I said. "We're both still here.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well.”
― Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

“In fiction if nowhere else, I must have a little meaning, a little coherence, or I will go mad.”
― Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned

“I think to be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.”
― Anne Rice

“Come inside," he had whispered. I was trembling, on the edge of tears. And why was that? So glad to see him, touch him, ah, damn him! We entered the room, the press of his hand against my back oddly comforting. Ah, yes, this intimacy, because that's what it is, isn't it? You, my secret... Secret lover. Then the realization came to me as we stood together. He's going to kill me after all. He won't do it yet, but he's going to kill me. The dance will end like this. "But how could you not know such a thing?" He asked, reading my thoughts. "I love you, if I hadn't grown to love you, I would have killed you before now.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

“The night was waiting for me as always. And my thirst could wait no longer. I stood for a moment, head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth open, feeling that thirst, and wanting to roar like a hungry beast. Yes, blood again when there is nothing else. When the world seems in all its beauty to be empty and heartless and I myself am utterly lost. Give me my old friend, death, and the blood that rushes with it. The Vampire Lestat is here, and he thirsts, and tonight of all nights, he will not be denied.”
― Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief

“Never in all this time since you first came to me, never once have I ever looked into your eyes or heard your voice, or even thought of you, without feeling pain. It's the pain connected to loving you ,to realizing my limits, and what I'll never have. Do you remmeber feeling my heartbeat? You'll never feel such a rhythm as you will with me. I'm your Savage Garden, and yet so tame and soft and safe!”
― Anne Rice, The Tale of the Body Thief

“Even the avowed atheist probably thinks that in death he'll get some answer. I mean God will be there, or there won't be anything at all.”
― Anne Rice

“What would Christ need have done to make me follow Him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with, And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.”
― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

“Vecchie verità e antica magia, rivoluzione e invenzione cospirano per distrarci dalla passione che in un modo o nell'altro ci sconfigge tutti.
E alla fine, stanchi di questa complessità, noi sogniamo di quel tempo remoto in cui sedevamo sulle ginocchia di nostra madre e ogni bacio era la consumazione del desiderio. Cosa possiamo fare, se non cercare l'abbraccio che ora deve racchiudere il paradiso e l'inferno: il nostro destino inevitabile?”
― Anne Rice

“Em sua busca por uma ressignificação do mal fora do Cristianismo, Lestat não tenta, entretanto, posicionar-se como sendo necessariamente o oposto dele. Afinal, como afirma Rice, ainda que Lestat “seja um símbolo de formas de liberdade e domínio, eu nunca perco de vista o mal que tem em si”. Esse mal em si, todavia, não o limita ou tampouco o define; ele é reconhecido, aceito e passa a integrar um mosaico complexo que compõe a identidade em transfiguração do “vampiro deste tempo”.”
― Thiago Sardenberg

“Enquanto Stoker via seus vampiros como manifestações do proibido e do profano, Rice explorou-os como formas de lidar com sua realidade, com conflitos que lhes eram particulares; ela, que sempre se viu refletida na figura do outsider, sentiu-se confortável ao lidar com figuras que tentavam encontrar um significado para si fora da normatividade. Louis e Lestat, tão diferentes, carregam em si um pouco do fantasma da culpa católica e do desejo por ruptura e liberdade – sentimentos conflituosos, mas presentes simultaneamente em Rice.”
― Thiago Sardenberg, O Vampiro à Sombra do Mal: A Fluidez do Lugar da Figura Mítica na Literatura