Darth. Nader

Anakin. Over The Moon




Lestat: We are predators, Whose all seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

Lestat: Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.

Claudia: I came to make peace with you, even though you are the father of lies.

Lestat: It's your coffin, my love. Enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like.

Louis: Why do you do this?

Lestat: I like to do it. I enjoy it. Take your aesthete's; taste purer things; kill them swiftly, if you will, but do it. For do not doubt: you are a killer, Louis.


Lestat: Oh Louis, Louis. Still whining Louis. Have you heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries.

Lestat: I am afraid, madam, my days are sacrosanct.

Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood.

Louis: Yankees are not to your taste?

Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.

~ Interview with the Vampire