Divesting oneself so totally of the customary feelings of alienation and distrust that the subsequent acceptance was intellectually orgasmic.

I feel like an outsider, and I always will feel like one. I've always felt that I wasn't a member of any particular group.

I was a human being once, said the younger ghost. I was a blood drinker for centuries after that. And I am a ghost now. And my soul has been my soul in all three forms.

He seemed even younger now, as though he were traveling backwards in time, in his mind, or merely becoming innocent, as if the dead, if they are going to stick around, have a right to remember their innocence.

He was shaking his head, biting into his lower lip, fighting the sheer misery of the anticipation, when he realized that another figure was standing directly opposite, on the other side of the fire, quite visible above the leaping flames, gazing at him.

We seek to perfect what we are, not to constantly alter it. We seek to find something that is a true expression of our soul with which to shape what makes up our form. But there's no need for you to trouble yourself over these things.

She said further that this Geneva blood drinker was tragically in love with Lestat.