"`Now, I’m getting into the coffin,’ he finally said to me in his most disdainful tone, `and you will get in on top of me if you know what’s good for you.’ And I did. I lay face-down on him, utterly confused by my absence of dread and filled with a distaste for being so close to him, handsome and intriguing though he was."

—Louis - Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice)

"I begged Lestat to let me stay in the closet, but he laughed, astonished. `Don’t you know what you are?’ he asked. `But is it magical? Must it have this shape?’ I pleaded. Only to hear him
laugh again."

—Louis - Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice)

"He thought of Lestat again, confident, smiling, wearing the mantle of power as easily as he had always worn his finery, old and new.
He said under his breath:
“Beloved maker, beloved Prince, I will be with you soon.”"

—Louis - Prince Lestat (Anne Rice)

"Of course, you must realize that all this time the vampire Lestat was extraordinary. He was no more human to me than a biblical angel. But under this pressure, my enchantment with him was strained. I had seen my becoming a vampire in two lights: The first light was simply enchantment; Lestat had overwhelmed me on my deathbed. But the other light was my wish for self-destruction. My desire to be thoroughly damned. This was the open door through which Lestat had come on both the first and second occasion."

—Louis - Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice)

"But he was only Lestat, as I’ve described him to you: devoid of mystery, finally his limits as familiar to me in those months in eastern Europe as his charms. I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow there was a disturbing comfort in that, and despite myself, I’d envision his face–not as it had been the last night in the fire, but on other nights, the last evening he spent with us at home, his hand playing idly with the keys of the spinet, his head tilted to one side. A sickness rose in me more wretched than aguish when I saw what my dreams were doing. I wanted him alive!"

—Louis from Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice (via psychemenace)